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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?

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

HELLO.

god.
my phone is still with my mother.
god knows what she is going to do with it.
tell me god.
what?
i miss sms-ing.
espeacially with you.
sorry for not replying people, my phone's confisticated.
ahhh.
i still can't get over my hair.
ONE snip, and my beautiful frinch is GONE !
god.
buddha.
HAHAHA.
oh dang.
i found out that this week is going to be packed.
there is a test on monday, another on tuesday, and one on wednesday.
what the fxck.
i want to go and basketball.
downstairs.
with people i LOVE talking, spending time, playing with.
but with my stupid hair.
forget about it.
i don't even want to go to school.
i want extensions.
but i can't.
dang.

i gtgs. BUH- BYES (: