(Wrote this about a week or so ago)

It's nearly 2 am.
The rain is echoing throughout my room, yet there's no rain to be seen – just sound.
I sit here, writing this – typing this – in the tranquilness of the sound of rain.
But why do I write it? Is it boredom that compells me?
No, it's not.
A bored person would fall asleep.
I don't have the time to be bored, not when my mind is racing like this.
I sit here, wondering, pondering, why it is this has to be.
They are so similar to me.
So very... very... similar.
I was afraid this'd happen, I had a bad feeling it would.
It happened, now it can't be undone.
Am I sad it happened? No.
Am I mad? Not really.
I'm afraid.
If I say no to them, I may hurt them. I don't want to do that.
But if I say yes to them, they'll be happy, but am I being honest and truthful to them.
I just can't decide anymore.
I'm tired of all these decisions.
Why can't I please everyone.
Why can't life just be a simpler place.
I suppose I should sleep; perhaps a good nights rest will help.
I just hope I make the right decisions.