It's good to be back in classes again. I need the distraction in my life... something productive to worry about. I guess I like maths and sciences so much because I can hide myself in them. They're so literal, they're not quite real. Makes no sense, I suppose. I need a hobby. I realized I have none, and that's pathetic.
 I feel like I'm drifting away from the people I love most. I always manage to do that in the end, guess that's no surprise. I was actually stupid enough to think things were getting better. Time to bury myself in physics. Emotions don't exist in physics.