It’s dark in here. Dark the way I like it. No one can find me here. Here in the dark. I like that no one can find me here in the dark, where I can be alone. All by myself, in the dark.

It’s quiet in here. Quiet the way I like it. Quiet here in the dark. Quiet enough that I can hear my thoughts. I like that I can hear my thoughts. Out there, it’s too noisy.

Too noisy to hear my thoughts, to hear what they say to me. I like what they say most times. My thoughts. They say nice things, my thoughts. Most times they say nice things.

Sometimes though, my thoughts say bad things. Bad things, my thoughts say. Things that hurt. Out there, my thoughts say bad things. Too noisy, I can’t hear my good thoughts. I run and hide from my thoughts. I hide in the dark. All by myself in the dark.

It’s dark in here. Dark the way I like it. In the dark, I can hear my good thoughts.