Those minutes where I am 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 things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I ha-
ate it because it brings up things I'd rather never think about again. ///////////
The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.