I lay here thinking more and more as the days go past the years roll by what could of been what could be but I never seem to be able to find an answer. Have I lost the love of my life or will I ever find that person that loves me for me? Will I ever be successful or am I where I will be in 10 years? I just don’t know but I think it over and over. I know I haven’t done anything amazing and maybe I will never do. There seems to be a million questions I ask myself that get me thinking but I don’t have an answer for any of them. It just all leads to more thinking. Now I’m asking myself will I ever stop thinking. I just don’t know, if only I knew what the answer was.