Those minutes where i am alone, just me and my pillow. 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 beacause the things I would never thing about, I think about. Sometimes I hate it because it brings up the things I rather never think about again.
The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life...