Sometimes there are nights that I don't get to bed until almost two in the morning and have to get up less than five hours later to go to work.
Sometimes there are nights that I don't even get home until almost five AM.
Sometimes I don't get to see some of the people who are most special to me for months at a time.
Sometimes I forget that I have changed so much, that I am so close and so far away from the person I used to be. That I am a much better person and friend than I was to them all of those years ago.
And they still love me, not only for who I am now, but for who I was and who I have been.
Sometimes the best memories are the ones you make when you least intend to. And frequently, they are waaay after my official bedtime.
But every single time I put my body through this torturous sleep deprivation, I know in my heart that every second was completely worth it.