Memories.
Sometimes it's hard to sleep. Esspecially when memories of old friends that I haven't seen for years pop into my mind. I thought the other day that I saw my friend Ashley. I haven't seen her since I moved from Brownsburg to Kentucky. I thought about all the things I would say to her, like how I remembered almost every conversation we had and every time she held my hand or hugged me. And I do remember all those things. I don't know what I'd do if I really saw her. I think about girls too much.