Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything, all that stuff that is at the back of my mind. It varies from ‘Did I lock the front door?’ to ‘What am I doing with my life?’. The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, the doubts, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. Other times I crave it just so I can get these things off my mind. The split second before I sleep is the most active second of my day.
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