I am stronger than I think I am. Sometimes I feign a weak appearance to get attention I think.
The exams that are coming up and my final essays are going to be punished than none other than me!
Time to stop this whining and depressed state and get on top of things because I’m not going to be left behind.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
