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      It's funny how you notice things late at night. It's like your thoughts, which have been running all day, finally catch up to you. At night, there's nothing to “keep your mind off things” so you end up thinking about things. People are so much more than they seem. There is so much underneath their surface, and I know I say that a lot, but I feel like I keep finding that out again and again. I'm so guilty of looking at someone and instantly putting them in a category. For instance, I saw a guy who was maybe 20 or 21, driving a shiny new Nissan. In that second I saw him I thought “rich, pretty boy.” Terrible, aren't I? I felt guilty for thinking that. Maybe there's trouble at home, maybe his parents fight a lot and driving is his way of escape. Maybe he has an older brother that went off and hasn't been heard from since. I don't know why I think of people as just another face sometimes. Because I know that when they look at me, I don't want them to stick me in a category right away, for I know the turmoil I carry within. I want them to see past this stupid facade I put up. This mask I wear isn't me, and I just wish they knew that.

Usually my blog posts start out as an untitled document on my laptop. I got to thinking, my life is a little like that. Currently, it's untitled. There's so much I want to see, so much I want to say, so much I want to do. Where do I even begin? I begin one step at a time. One step in that forward direction. Just wanted to encourage you guys to keep pressing on, keep moving forward, and don't give up. Sorrow is but for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5) Goodnight!