Almost every night, I stayed up late. Staring at the celling, hoping to find the answer "Why I can't sleep properly?"
The voices running inside my head, I feel wrong. I know something wrong. I can't control my mind. I can't handle my feelings.
Some nights, I cried. Much. But I keep my tears in silences. I don't want to wake the others.
Then I look into the clock. Its 3AM. My thoughts still flowing inside my head. Giving me no answer of what so ever.
And then I put on my headphones.