Que sera, sera.

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 “What shall I do this weekend?” 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 because it brings up things I’d rather never think about again. The split second before I fall asleep is the most active second of my life.