9 de setembro de 2011

Boa noite!

those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow I think a lot. I think about everything, anything. It's varies from "what am I doing with my life" to "did I have work to do?". The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It's drive me crazy, because the 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 I sleep is the most active second of my life.