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Thursday, January 08, 2009 . 11:51 AM

Ok, I officially regret what happened on NYE and I totally take back what I said in the previous post.

The weekend following NYE, I completely remember what it is I hate most about the dating game. I shan't go into details, but I think my heart isn't made to deal with the stress of it all. Too fragile and all that.

I think I might actually be happier wondering 'what if' than dealing with the harsh realities of a relationship, of being answerable to someone else other than myself.

Of course, this may mean that I just don't want to grow up. But is it so bad to have a Peter Pan complex?