Short Stories

My Thoughts

On cold nights I like to snuggle in bed, with my headphones in, my coffee, chocolate and book placed on my knees. I like to relax and take in my day, or week. I like to reflect, but never to ponder.

I like writing out how I feel, whether it's into a creative form or if it's venting to you - sometimes in a creative form to you. For a moment or two I forget about my homework due the next day and my exams in a few short months. I don't think about much, but at the same time; I think about everything.

I think it's this process is the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes, but then again - sometimes even that fails. Sometimes I'm left trembling on the bathroom floor; the only thing strong enough to pull me from my state is you and your kind words. What would I do without you? I would never know, and I hope I never come to a point that I am without you.