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 things i would never think about, I think about. sometimes, i hate it coz it brings up things i rather never think about again. the split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.