**Tori **It’s almost three in the morning.
I should probably be asleep like a normal human being, but apparently my brain has decided that 2 AM is the perfect time to start thinking about everything.
The house is quiet now.
My parents stopped arguing earlier and now it’s that weird silence afterwards where everything feels slightly tense, like the walls are still remembering the shouting.
Nighttime is strange like that.
During the day the world feels loud and chaotic and full of people trying way too hard to exist. Everyone talking over each other, rushing around like something extremely important is happening.
But at night it all just… stops.
No hallway noise.
No teachers explaining things nobody cares about.
No people pretending they understand maths.
Just silence.
I think this is the only time the world feels honest.
Earlier today I kept noticing how everyone at school seemed obsessed with tiny things. Someone started a random rumour about two people dating and suddenly half the year group was discussing it like it was international news.
Then someone else mentioned a stupid Tumblr trend and suddenly everyone was trying to copy it.
It’s strange how quickly people latch onto things.
It’s like everyone is constantly looking for something to fill the empty space in their brains.
Something to talk about.
Something to focus on.
Because if there isn’t something new or dramatic happening, people start to realise how boring everything actually is.
Which might be why school feels like a giant loop.
Same corridors.
Same conversations.
Same jokes repeated over and over until they stop being funny.
Maybe that’s why the smallest unusual thing suddenly becomes a massive deal.
Not because it matters.
Just because it’s different.
Also, apparently people now think Michael and I are dating.
Which is strange, because I don’t remember signing any official paperwork confirming that.
Not that I’m denying it.
It’s just weird how quickly people decide things about your life and then treat it like a confirmed fact.
Michael texted me earlier with another completely ridiculous theory about something. I didn’t even fully read it because I know how those messages go.
Step one: Michael has a theory.
Step two: the theory gets more complicated.
Step three: somehow it involves half the school in a secret plot.
I admire the creativity, honestly.
Although if we are dating, that probably explains why he sends me conspiracy theories at midnight like it’s normal behaviour.
Right now the whole world feels very far away.
There’s a car passing outside every few minutes and the fridge in the kitchen keeps making that quiet humming noise. Other than that everything is completely still.
It almost feels peaceful.
Which probably means tomorrow will be loud and chaotic again.
That seems to be how things work.
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Thought of the Night
Sometimes people don’t actually care about the things they’re talking about.
They just don’t want to sit in silence long enough to realise they’re bored.











