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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Saturday, May 3, 2008
hi. first; HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN!!! waloa. 13 yrs old already. jealous. i still need to wait like 2 more monthe before my b'day. ): stupid sister. must studdy in the same room where i using the computer. cannot on music. hahas. she still got exams next week. while i finished my main papers. monday got literature tableau thing. ate maggie for breakfast. feeling damn full, after taking lunch. i hate failing history. cos when u fail a damn subject, you must study harder for IT. then, i fail history, then must like study it more than the others. which is like wtf. i rather study some stupid, time wasting stuffs then history. i even slept for two hours after reading ONE page of the damn textbook. oh ya. 唐禹哲; DANSON TANG, hair is damn NICE. ahhhh!!! so nice. hahas, going crazy, about it. okkays. i cun stand any longer without music. bbyes. (: |