The whole first section of your post sounds like me when I was 14-18. Kind of funny, black contrasting lighter black. That's similar to wearing two different hues of Blue together, can get interesting. I need my blacks to math when I wear them or I won't wear black on black as I think it looks a little weird and one always almost looks faded in comparison.

Perhaps from those failed attempts at gathering fake interest I've learned that it matters not what I wear if I wear it to impress others. They don't give a shit, and neither they should. Clothes are just that; you're talking to the person within.

Unfortunately, this statement is not really coherent with reality. Clothes should be just clothes, but they're not. People 100% judge you for what you wear and the way you groom yourself. I guess from the regard that it doesn't matter to you, then you may have a point, but people treat suited generally better than ragged. I'm definitely guilty of this as well, not necessarily with people but with other things like plants/trees I think are pretty, and the clothes that I pick to dress myself in. I have a super intense facial structure and ime the clothes that I put on vastly change the treatment/sociability of others towards me.(whether or not I agree with it I realize that is how it is)

Now I wear bright stuff when I feel good. One might consider it an appearance diode which lights up when the proper energy flows to it. It's telling that I haven't worn the bright stuff in weeks and that I want to now. Surviving among people takes quite a bit, so maybe it will change once I return from the holiday.

This part makes perfect sense. I tend to like brighter things/colors when I'm happy and darker ones when I'm not.