2 AM, 3 AM, 4 AM. We drive and we think... and we fuss a bit. Sometimes we eat. Well, I eat. I guess some people might let it wear on them, the lack of sleep. But I don't mind it, really I like Tree Hill like this. I like my car like this. Warm... Safe... Loved. It's what I wished for. Mostly. Sometimes my heart aches at how my life turned out, in a good way. It doesn't mean there haven't been hardships, there have been. But I'm here, and here is good.