The One with the Diagnosis

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Two days, one exam, an aggregate eight hours of sleep. Damn. Numbers, what happened to you? When I was a Maths nerd, you were ALWAYS cool to me. Are we not friends anymore?

Anywho, diagnosis! Lately, I've been doing some thinking about how I've spent the last three years or so. I realised that from the end of Year 11 up to the middle of last year, I hadn't spent much time being single. Not saying I had a lot of girlfriends during that time, 'cause that wasn't the case at all. I was always just in the right place at the right time, over and over again. It seemed like right after things would end with one, something else would start with another. Lucky me, right?

Survey says: WRONG! Aww, thanks for playing. Please try again later.

It seems that all that time has made me vulnerable to a horrible condition, one that, until recently, I didn't even know existed. It's the reason I would turn into a mess whenever things wouldn't work out with someone. It's the debilitating syndrome that plagued my adolescent years, hounding me throughout each of my different relationships. It's vile. It's repulsive. It turns the hardest man into a 30c soft serve that Mickey Ds would be proud of.

It's Chronic Bitch Dependency. *shockhorror* View the link in white (note: NSFW!) at your own risk, if you dare, etc.

Luckily for me, I've spent the last 10 months or so in an extensive rehabilitation program. Not meaning to jump the gun here, but I hope it's safe to say that this horrible condition is all in the past for me.

Jai guru deva ohm. Nothing's gonna change my world.

Actually, scratch that. Some things can change my world, but only for the better. Just 'cause I'm happy now, doesn't mean that I can't get any happier. But even if nothing comes along, I can rest assured that I've still got a great life. Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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