Thoughts in a Box

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 "Did I have homework?" 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 have it because brings up things I rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is th most active seconde of my life. Here is my box of thoughts.

Quemei o uniforme do Wendell hoje quando eu fui passar. Ele foi fofo comigo e não brigou.. mas eu me odiei pelo resto do dia.

— Lição do Dia: Nunca mais faça algo que você nao sabe fazer com as coisas alheias.

Posted March 16, 2011 at 9:05pm | 1 note