I'm even sure how to explain myself. All I do, pretty much all day, every day, is think. No relaxing at all, I'm all the time pondering life, what's going to happen after life, why are we here, where did we come from, what's our purpoe as individuals and as a race, what is God... I'm driving myself crazy. It causes me to have anxiety, suicidal thoughts, insomnia and it causes me to act differently-than what I use to- in social situations. I don't know what to do. It's like chatter, but it's hard sometimes to make my thoughts out, like as if I'm unable to have clear, comprehensible thoughts. I don't know if this is caused from some sort of serotonin imbalance [or something along those lines], but I'm going to be starting college soon and this is probably the last thing I need. The thing is, I have no clue what brought this stuff on, I spead my nights-due to my insomnia- researching, surfing the web about anything that will lead me in the right direction. I wish to write my thoughts down but I'm unable to because there so unclear or indescribable. It would be rather impossible to talk to anyone I know because they aren't on the level I'm on. Not to insinuate anything, they just find my way of thinking to be different, I've come to terms with that so I wouldn't dream of imposing my questions unto them. So I have all these bottled up feelings/questions/thoughts, that I would like to project, maybe discuss with people who might be going through the same thing or may have already went through it. I need people to feed off, instead I'm completly alone, sitting at my computer, randomly bursting into tears because I just don't understand...All I'm looking for is peace.