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 do my homework?" The room us so silent but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life. I make mistakes just like everybody else. But instead of letting go of it, I can't forgive myself. I wonder if my life will ever see the day where I wont have to think because everything is A-ok. For now I'll make my chances to see where they tak
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