Up at this hour mugging for econs, might just wait up till the sun rises before I call it a night. It has been a longgggg week.

In all things, the good always outweighs the bad. No matter how bad things get, and how sad you become, never lose your zest for life. I think I lost mine a long time ago, I just try to survive each day, hating myself at the beginning of each new day. I have gotten used to all the bad in my life. I just hadn't realised I'd be alive for this long.

Jeanette Winterson wrote an autobiography titled "why be happy when you could be normal". I need to read this book. Here's a quote, that encapsulates exactly what I feel most of the time.

"Pursuing happiness, and I did, and still do, is not at all the same as being happy- which I think is fleeting, dependent on circumstances, and a bit bovine. If the sun is shining, stand in it- yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass- they have to- because time passes. The pursuit of happiness is more elusive; it is lifelong, and it is not goal-centred."