She was a cocoon of thoughts.
She was wrapped up in herself, on her bed. It didn't really matter where she were. She was always thinking. She could look trough the window, or at the road, while driving the car. Still, in her head she will see scenarios, things she wished that would happen, things that had happened, things she wanted to change.
Sometimes it was so overwhelming, she didn't know how to stop.
Right now, her thoughts wondered across the oceans, to foreign countries with foreign people.
She excelled at examining situations with people and also examining people themselves.
She was the worst at being a part of situations, or at least this was how she felt. Her mind was her best place to express what she really feels and thinks. She wasn't comfortable with sharing so most of the time she was just playing pretend. It didn't feel like something wrong, just not quite true, which might be a little wrong.
She was alone, but being alone in her mind didn't really feel like being alone. She was always thinking about what she dreamt and when she didn't, she was daydreaming. It could be tiring sometimes so she had to get a distraction. She would find something to watch or something to read. When she really wanted to be understood, she turned to writing. She spilled all the thoughts on the paper and tried her best not to sound silly. She liked it. It was a great escape, better than escaping into her own mind.
She dreamed about how one day, someone could read it all and maybe, just maybe understand what happens in her mind.
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