Wednesday, March 19, 2008


It's funny how sometimes you think that you know the cause of a problem only to later realise that you really have had no clue all along and that you've been fighting the wrong demons. For the first time in a long while, I was overwhelmed by a deep feeling of despair, anger and as much as I hated to admit it to myself, an acute sense of desperation. After spending hours crying and beating myself up over the sorry state that is now my life, I finally figured out what the problem was. It was me.

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