Don't think much of myself.
I can just stare away for hours, but that frightens me for I feel like I can do something else during those times. I come and go out of my thoughts, through school, sleep, even when I have time for myself. When I feel happy, or content, it tends to feel strange, for I'm usually stressed out, maybe too much for even for those that's say it's natural.
Friends. Being so someone; something else. To ponder and question, to have open ears, open minds. Those things, no,these people. It's what makes me forget about anything, anything- just silence. Sweet silence of what I tell myself, of what I tell myself of what others think of me. Ones that care about me; I'm able to sleep at night, knowing that there's someone, so much than someone; knowing that I am more than another existence. There, I am free.