Ever had the feeling that no matter how far you ran you could never out run that which you ran away from? Your just stuck in that place where you don't know what to do or how to get back to normal. And when the silence of being alone comes and you run out of distractions that horrible thing called thinking comes and doesn't stop. All the memories, the words, the should've, could've and what if's play on a role and your searching for the answers. The thought is needed but sometimes it can't be stopped. The repetition if the thinking leaves you breathless. I get this, well maybe its only me but I hate it.