School has been great but work has been tiring. It's easier to forget your problems when you are so fucking busy. Everyday is like a 10km marathon. I sprint from home to school to work and back home. There's not enough time to rest but somehow, like Deepak Chopra said, our bodies are different from machines. Machines wear out over time if you use them constantly but the human body builds muscles. We'll just get stronger.
Perhaps our hearts work this way. The more heartbreaks we suffer, the stronger they will become. But even machines have an expiry date. Too many heartbreaks might leave us too deeply wounded to love again.
Have still been partying much. Noticed that people usually want to club when they are heartbroken. Are clubs really just full of lonely people dancing in loud music, clouding their minds with alcohol so that they can pretend to be perfectly happy?
