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Sunday, August 15, 2010 . 8/15/2010 11:11:00 PM

Huge headache now... But it's okay. It's nothing new.

I think I think too much. Yet, sometimes, I feel I'm thinking just fine. 

Okay, I shall just say this bluntly. 

I'm thinking like this.

If he's not interested, he's doing the right thing. Not leading me on. That's at least the kindest way out. 


That's me, the pessimist. Always thinking of the worst. 

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