The only progress in this life of mine is in my work outs, everything else has pretty much come to a standstill- just stagnant and pretty much plateaued out. Sometimes I’m not so sure about this change and what it’s making of me. I guess strong people aren’t strong cos they don’t cry- they’re weak because they don’t know how to. I had all these feelings bottled up and thrashing it out as an outlet feels good but at the end of the day, every thing comes flooding back. Every little thing. And I don’t know what’s the good of being this strong for anymore, cos in the end, it seems to me like all I feel is… weak.