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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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Monday, July 21, 2008

HELLO.

argh.
it was jogathon early morning.
ran 3 km.
got a sucky position.
fxcking hell, i shall never OVER UNDER ESTIMATE short ppl ever again.
never ever ever.
losing to one is bad enough.
walked to mac after the event.
whhoooos.
with Jodie, Sam and Elissa.
me and Elissa were seriously lesbianic.
arms were on each others shoulders or hip.
oh god.
mis- match?
nah.
just two tkgians having fun lesbing around.
went home with Elissa.
oh god.
the guy sitting in front of me on the bus was frigging hot.
nice tan.
nice hair.
nice look.
oh, i've got his pics on my fone.
:X
not desperate, just that his hair rocks.
dont get jealous darling.
i still love you more.
why should i give you up for some stranger?
i never would.
i love you more than lollipop.
more than i love anyone else.
its been days.
tomorrow.
yes.
there's tomorrow.
yes..
TOMORROW !
i am listening to Jay, on a rainy day like this, and i just feel like slashing myself to death.
one cut in the throat would do.
but i want to live till tomorrow to see you.
i feel like taking a picture like the one in rachel's bl;ogpost today.
the last picture.
just that mine will have me sitting over there, taking a pen knife,
slashing my wirst,
and have a picture taken,
when the FRESH RED blood drips on the GREEN grass.

I LOVE THIRTEEN. <3

gtg. bye.