pinching myself, believing in other peoples dreams
If not already starting as such, I get weird easily, sideways, if you will. In turn I beat it out of me with a lot of emo music, which I've only come into recently as of about 2024-25 in the later and middle parts of those years respectively. While seeming disjointed, I've made mention of how I feel as if I listen to whatever is thrown at me, sometimes it'll take awhile to stick as well, but once I have a grasp on a sound I like I typically don't deviate from it. Such is the case with how I even got into listening to it, Fall Out Boy. Revered as one of their WORST albums, I started what I consider to be a landmark in my music career on Folie à Deux which holds great significance in my life now (and I can't even get it on CD without paying +$30 (–‸—)) since it's all I could stomach listening to around April, and yet I have no idea why. It's one giant art project that in retrospect I can't see how it failed, consider A Fever You Cant Sweat Out came out in...