Tried to be a functional adult and clean my apartment. Found a ticket stub from the Baroness concert last year stuck to a plate. Spent twenty minutes just staring at it, remembering how the bass hit right in your chest. That feeling when the music is so loud it drowns out the stupid anxious thoughts in your head. The only time my brain actually shuts up. Now I'm just sitting on the floor listening to that one song on repeat. Everything else is a dumpster fire, but that... that was real. Fuck.