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?" over 

"Is he going to call?" to " Did I have homework?". 

The room is so silent but my mind is so loud. And it drives me crazy

because the things I would never think about, I think about.

Sometimes I hate it because it brings up thing I rather never think about again.

The split second before I sleep,is the most active second of my life.