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Tuesday, April 21, 2009 . 8:32 PM

If there ever was a weak point I have, this is it. All you have to do is prod it and I go haywire.

It hurts to go through a huge volley of emotions in 24 hours. I'm not kidding. It actually physically hurts the heart.

How to put up a fight against so many?

Scorn at my insecurity because I do too. One moment I think there is even a slightest chance and the next I feel like an ant trying to crawl up Mount Everest.