Self-discipline.

Diligence.

Honesty.

Well, I just saw pictures of my classmates having fun at the class chalet.

While me, like the antisocial thing that I am, stayed at home and made life difficult for myself. Example: washing things. Wiping the furniture. Playing musical instruments. Watching cat videos on Youtube. Something only 40 year old spinsters do. It's the post exam doldrums syndrome that's pulling me down too, because I guess I'm just not cut out for whole days of staring at the computer.

Anyway, seeing the happy faces on my classmate's faces makes me feel envious of their care-freeness. But I must distance myself. I will not become shallow and emotional. What good does it do, to allow yourself to be exposed to things that will eventually shatter and scar your weak, twitching heart?

For some reason this reminds me of The Wizard's Hairy Heart.