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Monday, September 03, 2007
Everytime there's a man in my life to complicate things, I get thrown into an emotional whirlpool of instability. It's pretty frustrating when that happens because I don't realise it until I'm out of the whole mess, feeling like I just woke up from an overly-long afternoon nap after a carsick-induced bout of vomitting. Ugh. Anyway, whatever that was going on between Number 2 and me is more or less over. Keywords are: incompatible, age gap, the past. Connect the dots, please.

Ah well. ):

I'm quite disappointed that "age gap" belongs there, actually.

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