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    Wednesday, January 26, 2005

    Lingering

    I'm tempted to say that I've got a writer's block and have nothing to blog about. But that's not true. In fact, my thoughts just continue to flow from the previous entry - about how terribly lonely it can get, the emptiness still lingers.

    Night time's worse. It's quiet and chilly. Just the right atmosphere to get into the melancholic mood.

    While I shouldn't feed on these negative feelings, my instincts are telling me that it's not within my control. Blame it on Mother Nature. It's PMS.

    It's sickening how every month the gnawing, sinking feeling threatens to eat me up and suck the happiness out of me - like the Dementors that attacked Harry Potter. And some guys just think that we like using the 'monthly visit' to flare up and scream and be total bitches. Try having to deal with the crazy hormonal fluctuations every month for a week.

    Alright. Need to psycho myself to think positive. The thing my mum has been drilling into me since I was 10 - yet sometimes I fail to apply.

    At least I've got something to laugh about for now - Season 1 to 4 of FRIENDS.

    [Time of Confession] 1:21 AM
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