When night comes and all is quite, the amount of thoughts that run through my head are countless. Thoughts of things that were done or said that shouldn't have been done or said.Things that should have been and things to come. Wishes, dreams, worries, mistakes, and, of course, you. All of these things race through my mind and I can't sleep. I'm so focused on the insignificant small parts of my life that don't and shouldn't even matter. Why do I care so much about everything? Why do I care so much about the fact that I should have done this or that differently or not at all? What's done is done! Shut the hell up brain and move the fuck on girl! But I can't. What's wrong with me?