Alone in my own head

I'm very good at never letting myself have enough time to think. I almost always have the television going. I'm always on the go. I always have things to do. When I go to bed it's usually because I've driven myself until I've passed out on the couch first. I think that I'm a nice person and I can't think of anything particularly awful about myself. Yet I don't like me. I don't know why. So when I go to bed before exhaustion hits and I have that moment before I fall asleep where I can reflect on me. In that moment I'm alone in my own head and I don't like being there.