Sometimes I lay in bed at night
and just think about everything in my life. I think about everything— the past, the present, and the future. Sometimes, a memory pops up in my mind, and it just makes me smile or sad. I think about what will happen later in life and the people around. Sometimes, the thoughts prevent me from sleeping, but sometimes, it helps me sleep better.
You were worth fighting for, but I guess I wasn’t.
