I should never be left alone with only my thoughts. I over think stuff. Plotting some imaginary scenes that will never ever happen. Thinking about all the what ifs. Rewinding all those memories. Trying to recall all the details. At least people got a nice memory, a memory that is worth remembering. I am like in the grey area. Sometimes I got confuse with myself. Did that really happen or was it just a dream? You know, those reality that is so surreal that it feels like a dream. And not to forget those dreams that are so real that you think it's the reality. I just don't know how to differentiate those sometimes. I get all tangled up in my own thoughts. And how mess up my head is? I love being alone. I honestly enjoyed it. But, when I am all alone, my thoughts pretty much keep going towards all the negative stuff. Making me depressed. Ugh. Thinking really hard about life and stuff. Like how I have not actually done anything that can make people proud of me.

Have you ever feel like the silence is screaming at you? It's quiet. But you can hear all sorts of things. Am I going insane?