So here we go - the dreaded dark of nighttime and the return of thoughts.
I wish they'd take a hike, I wish I could stop my mind from going there. I wish I could just stop my mind, fullstop.
But the thoughts are tempting, too. How selfish am I?
Ah, who cares, am talking to the wall. Need to keep to myself.
How much of what we think do we ever share with others? Isn't it better that way sometimes?
I need to pull back again, I think.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Sick of this, sick of me.