Sometimes, it takes the perspective and insight of someone of the opposite sex to clear up any insecurities that one may have. In my extreme tiredness, I got to thinking some pretty insane and far-fetched thoughts. In typical girl-fashion, I indulged in an insipid case of self-flagellation that had no grounds.

Why did I torture myself wondering why I was not good enough to go out with him when the truth is, it could be a supermodel and he would still be incapable of commitment. The funniest thing is that, I don't particularly want to go out with him either. So, it all boils down to the issue of self-confidence, of which I seem to be sorely lacking of.

I don't need a man to validate my existence.

At the end of the day, if I had kept myself free from these idle negative thoughts, I would have realised that my life is fulfilling as it is with my work, uni, family and friends.

You know what...He doesn't matter that much anymore and I feel great.

The anorexia of my soul has changed to liberation. I'm not hung up anymore.

Thank you, Sami. I owe you one.