[color=fcddff]Those minutes where I am alone; just my pillow and I.

I think. A lot.
I think about everything, [b][i]anything[/i][/b].
It varies from "What am I doing with my life?"
to "Did I forget something?"

The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud.
It drives me [i][b]crazy[/b][/i] because
the things I would never think about,
I think about.
Sometimes, I hate it because
it brings up things I rather
[i][b]never[/b][/i] think about again.

The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.[/color]