When I was little, my brother told me that it was impossible to think two things at the exact same time and for a while I tried so hard to prove it to myself that I could, in fact, think two things at once. I remember achieving this for not even a split second and thinking it was the most bizarre thing ever. But now, it's like my brain just won't stop thinking; my mind won't shut off. I keep thinking, and thinking, and thinking- everything at once. And I just want it all to stop. For at least a minute.
All I need is a minute of peace and quiet.
For as long as I can remember, I have hated silence. I've been going asleep to music since I was a baby. So, it's weird that I'm finally understanding what my mom means when she talks about the quiet. I really need to call her. I need one of her talks right now. She's the only one who can help me process my thoughts anymore. And, I don't know, I've just been thinking a lot about moving to Lincolnton lately. Just going for my senior year to get away from everyone. I can't seem to be decisive about it, though.
None of this seems to be piecing together like I planned. Then again, I didn't exactly plan on writing all of this.
I'll just stop while I'm ahead.
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