Last night, being Friday and all, I actually got to stay up all night and talk. Haven't done that in awhile. I guess that comes with the whole growing up stuff. All the responsibilities of work, school, family doesn't leave much time to just chill on week days. But yea, Tracy and I got into this whole discussion on how we think about the most random things soooooo much that it hurts. Sometimes I'm not sure what's real and what's not. And it's hard to reconcile my past with who I am now, especially when I'm not sure who I am in the first place. There are so many different directions to go that I feel lost. Each day I take steps, without really knowing where these steps will lead me. And that scares the crap out of me. I'm afraid to take a wrong step because what if I can't find my way back. But I'm also scared to not take any steps at all because then I'll never figure out where I need to go. Times like these, I wish I had a map.