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mood swings are really scary. they make you happy a minute and all depressed, pensive, at the other. they irritate the soul with their caprious and uncontrollable nature. they make you flare up at people you really care for, and though you bite your tongue wishing you could take back those hurtful words at the very same moment that you say them rashly, you just can't seem to control those emotions overwhelming you. they make you appear to be reluctant to help with that grumbling of yours, even though in other times, you'll be more than happy to lend a helping hand. they make you frustrated, and you feel as if you're clambering for something, anything, but it never comes to reach. it's like indiana jones hanging on for his dear life with that goblet of gold just inches from his finger, almost there...but just not close enough.

and they make you really indecisive and easily restless.

see. this is such an incoherent post cos my moodswings are in the way of me completing this entry.

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