My name is Kat. I'm 15, and this is my story.
Two years ago, I remember hearing Car Radio on the radio with my mom as we were driving. The lyrics caught my attention, as I sucked in every word. I turned to my mom and asked, "What do you think it means?", searching for a purpose in it that I knew in my heart it had. She promptly said "I don't know." and shrugged it off. When we got home, I googled the lyrics I could remember, and pondered over them as I tried to remember the tune. Huh, I thought, and never listened to it again.
Eight months ago, I was in a deep emotional rut. I had been struggling with depression and self-harm in the last year, and it seemed like nothing could bring me out. I was also tired of my usual playlist of music, as I related to nearly none of it. So, I decided I would take up a recommendation, and listened to the band several of my friends had been walking around wearing merch for. It couldn't do any harm.
The first song I heard was Fake You Out. And I related to it. Oh, I related to it. It made my heart ache, but I also felt a release. I went through and listened to all of vessel. My soul devoured it, every last bit, and for the first time in thirteen months, I felt better. So I went and listened to self-titled, and cried the whole way through. Regional At Best, even more so. Kitchen sink got me; it ripped me apart and sewed me right back up again. I felt whole after I had listened to twenty one pilots.
As I became part of the clique, it was gratifying to know there were even more people like me, who had struggled, who were still struggling, but were pushing through. I found strength in that, and kept on fighting. I know in my heart I wouldn't be here alive today if it weren't for Josh and Tyler and the rest.
I haven't been with them since the beginning. I can't be considered a die-hard fan. I haven't even been to one of their shows yet. But they saved me, and that's all that matters. |-/
Two years ago, I remember hearing Car Radio on the radio with my mom as we were driving. The lyrics caught my attention, as I sucked in every word. I turned to my mom and asked, "What do you think it means?", searching for a purpose in it that I knew in my heart it had. She promptly said "I don't know." and shrugged it off. When we got home, I googled the lyrics I could remember, and pondered over them as I tried to remember the tune. Huh, I thought, and never listened to it again.
Eight months ago, I was in a deep emotional rut. I had been struggling with depression and self-harm in the last year, and it seemed like nothing could bring me out. I was also tired of my usual playlist of music, as I related to nearly none of it. So, I decided I would take up a recommendation, and listened to the band several of my friends had been walking around wearing merch for. It couldn't do any harm.
The first song I heard was Fake You Out. And I related to it. Oh, I related to it. It made my heart ache, but I also felt a release. I went through and listened to all of vessel. My soul devoured it, every last bit, and for the first time in thirteen months, I felt better. So I went and listened to self-titled, and cried the whole way through. Regional At Best, even more so. Kitchen sink got me; it ripped me apart and sewed me right back up again. I felt whole after I had listened to twenty one pilots.
As I became part of the clique, it was gratifying to know there were even more people like me, who had struggled, who were still struggling, but were pushing through. I found strength in that, and kept on fighting. I know in my heart I wouldn't be here alive today if it weren't for Josh and Tyler and the rest.
I haven't been with them since the beginning. I can't be considered a die-hard fan. I haven't even been to one of their shows yet. But they saved me, and that's all that matters. |-/