I hate feeling like this sometimes.
It might be silent during the middle of the night. But the silence is deafening.
Many things run through my mind at these sort of hours.
Things I normally push aside to make way for "daily functioning", things I don't like to think about, things that make me all weepy inside, memories that I wished were gone, imaginations that I hoped wouldn't come true but they will - in some way or other. Coz they are inevitable.
I hate my brain sometimes.