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Another thought before I flee...I've come to the conclusion that Personal Cowardice is the root of all Human Unhapiness. I ask myself, "I like her, should I tell her, see if she likes me?" Then the horrible, terrible part of my brain says "NO! DON'T! What if she laughs, or worse, just says that she doesn't think of me like that! NO! Hide!" And so I do nothing. Nothing but regret. It's happened entirely too often, and I'm sick of it. But I'll do it again, because I'm not strong enough not to...