“..One thought of you is all it takes to leave the rest of the world behind.”

-A Lonely September; Plain White T’s

My head. While lying on the bed that is. I mean, it’s just really, really ridiculously weird. When I lie down on my bed, I start thinking and dreaming of crazy, bizarre things. Every time I lie down and stare at my ceiling, I feel that nothing, NOTHING is impossible. I get these really crazy thoughts and start talking and giggling away to myself. I mean, hasn’t any of you felt that way? You lie down, and you just blink the world away. Nothing else exists. Just like an old black and white movie, the thoughts just start reeling in. When I lay on my duvet, I dream of wild things and sometimes I tell myself heck yeah, I can do that. I’m like, yeah, the next time I see him, I’m gonna talk to him. But when I get off the bed, I don’t feel like it anymore. I crash on my bed and I start thinking, now why didn’t I do that? All those chances I’ve missed, the things I wish I did.. It’s kind of unnerving. I mean, gosh. Really CRAZY thoughts. And when I say crazy, boy, do I mean crazy. It’s like playing a game of Truth or Dare with myself. I think that I can absolutely do this, and then reality hits me, no I can’t. Sigh. (To give you an idea of my crazy thoughts, it’s usually on the romance front and for those really immature people who can’t think of anything that’s not Rated R, go screw yourself, my thoughts DON’T go there) Yepp. Sometimes, I get silly thoughts too; most don’t make any sense at all. Once my head hits the pillow, I lose track of this world. And the worst part of all this is when I get up and find out that everything was just fake, and that I’ve gotta get my head screwed straight again. Yet that doesn’t stop me from getting back on my bed, to get lost in my outrageous fantasies once again.

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