There's never silence in my mind.
Noise, always noise; sound, mostly talking, sometimes music. It's a never ending stream of what everyone else thinks, dreams, imagines.
Everyone's thoughts, private thoughts and opinions, is what I hear. I don't want to know. I don't want to know what you want to do this weekend. I don't want to know what the best way might be to ask out your crush. I don't want to know what you honestly think of me, the weird new guy who doesn't say much. I'd much rather see the fake smile and just hear the awkward "hey." you mumble as you pass me in the hall.
You wonder what my problem is, but you'll never guess. Not in a million years. This is the stuff of fantasy movies and books, never to be real. Never to be believed.
There are times, like now, that it can almost make me go insane. I can never be alone with my own thoughts. Well, not with my own, but with others I can.
Sometimes, however, it can be helpful. I wish I could say that I was some excellently-timed, bad ass superhero that can track down the baddies and predict their moves before they make them, but the most i've ever done is picked out the answer to the excellence question from my maths teacher's mind.
The only time I can escape is when i'm unconscious. Or unconscious - Either works.
I just wish I could live alone once more.