The human mind is a very interesting and confusing thing. Our mind tells us when to wake up in the morning, when to solve complex problems, and when to judge whether a person is bad or not, amongst other things. The mind is like a file cabinet full of thoughts. Or, at least, it is to me. File cabinets A-Z. All in rows of 5. A-E, F-J, K-O, and so on... Choose to read that anyway you like. Doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to my mind. My mind is what keeps me breathing. These thoughts in my head, they won't go away. Some of them are very beautiful... "I love him. So, so much..." Some of them are in anger... "Why did he have to go and break my heart..." Some, even in reassurance to myself... "You will find yourself again...". It has never really occurred to me that my mind was... A syndicate, of sorts. Used to, I would walk around, not thinking anything. That was a long time ago... Right now, at least, my mind is calm, full of "I love you"s and "I haven't been this happy since January..."s. I love my mind. Absolutely love it. My dreams in my head at night are so bizzarre, so odd and pretty... They aren't surreal at all, just odd in the least... It's why I love to dream. Dreaming, and daydreaming, is my escape from this harsh reality I am in... The world in my head, it is my playground. I like it, in my head. I made a world for myself there. Where everything is good. No pain, no hurt, no sadness, no death... Thoughts of me, in a new way, a new form... Whoever said daydreaming during class is bad... What else do you expect us to do when you teachers are blabbing on and on about chromosomes? Us daydreamers, we live in our heads... Because that is where we go when the real world gets too bloody and bruised...