That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.
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Pamela 11071995
I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? Tagboard
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Friday, February 1, 2008
whoa, i am so happy today. (: except for the fact i gto wet from parkway parade. sheesh. -- why i am happy? well.. nxt week's schedule... MON --> normal odinary school day. TUES --> half day. chinese new year celebrations. SCHOOL ENDS AT 0930. ^^ WED --> NO SCHOOL. ole~ and the renuion is a lil weird now. so where on earth do we meet, and who do we meet huhs? btw, i don't know if it was wed or thurs i was dreaming and shouted "COOL!" and fell down the bed. cun believe that i climbed up the bed myself without knowing. FREAKY~ so yea, weirdoes. not really updating lately cos, cun use the com. gtgs. bbbbbbbbbye! |