I think.
Those minutes when I’m alone, just me and my pillow, I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies from What am I doing in my life? to Did I have homework?
The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud.
It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about.
Sometimes I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again.
The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.
