Life is so confusing. Well since I the last time I had written.. I had a breakdown of some kind, I bailed out of NY, I had him try to get me to me to Vancouver, been utterly depressed with a wounded sense of self, bailed David out of jail, was a centimeter away from kissing Greg's room mate, Had the jerk try to get me to visit HK, Met a great guy named Nate L.. Nate Lawson is one of those people who is beyond words. He is a good person, who is bright, admirable, smart, funny, and has perception which is innocent - yet wise beyond his years.. I am confused about my life. Where is my motivation? Why is there no easy answer?