There once was a girl with too many thoughts in her head. She walked through her life like a zombie, looking at nothing, doing nothing except thinking. She thought about every baby being born, and how they all grow up into unrecognizable people. She thought about how small the human race is, how short and meaningless our lives are. She thought about her mortality, and how we all would one day be forgotten like the countless that came before. She thought and she thought and she thought until her ears were ringing.
Eventually, she went insane. All those thoughts, those endless thoughts, wrapped around her neck until they choked the life out of her. They made her a shell with nothing inside except those swirling, endless, black thoughts.
