What a hell...is going on?

Sometimes I like to be in my room, just staring at my window. Thinking of you, of my life. Writing what I feel. drawing the circles I find in my head. Sometimes I do like to be alone. Asking myself where I am now, it's where I should be? Let me just be here for a little while, sometimes I need these time with me. To find myself in the middle of this crazy mind.