What did it seem like now? For years my brain had been jumbled with these never ending thoughts. I wondering over the years has he ever thought of Me? Maybe I probably will never know. At this moment I'm just writing down my thoughts to this page. I do have my own time to think what went wrong? The answer seems so complicated to me that I can barely think about it. But I felt that I can't keep this to myself anymore. It feels so bottled up that I want to cry about. Why can't I stop thinking about him? I feel that I can't forgot it all no matter what I do. This is pretty confusing to be in fact, I just hate this.
It's about to be 2 AM and I'm getting sleepy. Time to go to bed.
Hopefully I don't dream of him.