My mind is filled with thoughts, of which some I don't understand. But I hope that I can begin to grasp at least some of these uncertain memories and thoughts. My mind is cluttered, and it's like I have to move everything to the side to find what I'm looking for. Now who knows what's stuffed in there. Can I write everything I'm thinking on a tiny, wrinkled sheet of white paper. My passions, my love, my friends, my habits, my memories, my thoughts. Everything...