At the end of the night I want to talk for hours, never go to sleep, and that's why I probably stay awake so long, just lying in bed. I used to love to sleep, but was that because I didn't have as much responsibility as I do now? Are we all doomed to lye down and be left with our thoughts for countless hours before rest?
I just feel like there is so much to say, so much to tell to someone you love.
Why are some decisions so hard to make anyway?
I'm just tired, tired of things. I need a break. I just want to talk.