Seventh

I. need. music.
I'm the kind of person who has thoughts. Okay?
Not the thoughts that go on and on about your family, and your friends, and your schoolwork, and your hair, and your personality, and your projects, and your hopes, and your future, and global warming.
I have all those.
And I have other thoughts, too. Thoughts that spin completely out of control. Thoughts that, in the right lighting, in the right moments, with the wrong people, can literally drive me insane. And I know these people. These people who are absolutely everywhere. And I can't leave this city, and I can't leave these schools, and everybody knows me, and I can't not be this person they need me to be, sometimes.
I need music. I need it to stop it. Need it to stop it all. Just for a second.
Just for a moment's peace.

I'd drive myself insane
and end up jumping into a river
if I lost my hearing ability.