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I feel very happy. My mini-life-crisis has long been over, and all I feel is grateful for the things I do have. Master Han's cancer has disappeared, and I'm seeing him this Saturday night. I'm buying a new dress tomorrow. I love all of my friends, and I love my family. But thinking about Brian makes me hurt, of-course. I have loved him so much and will always love him. I was infatuated with the "idea" of a perfect man for a while, but I believe I am over such a notion. I think/hope I'll benefit from my alone time. I'm also unhappy about the the tendency of others to gossip (who have no fuckin' idea what they're talking about!) and my own tendency to blush, but... nothing's perfect. Okay, back to writing!