those minutes where I'm alone, just me and my pillow. I think. a lot. I think about everything, anything. it varies from 'what am I doing with my life?' to 'did I have homework?'. the room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the thing 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 in my life.
I want silence. In my mind, and on my mouth.