That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile 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 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Tuesday, July 29, 2008 hello. argh. i can't stand it anymore. ms ngo sucks being a teacher. she is dumb enuff not catch me listening to music in class. :X this is retarded.. but.. YA, she sucks. oh god. she has smutten up. but, who cares? her eyesight is still as bad. okkays. here's a HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! to jodie; #8. today was a terrible day in school. his phone got confisticated, for ONE month. class were carried out looooong-ly. life seemed endless in school. like, frigging loooong. i think im sick. love sick darling. i slept twice. once after i finished writing my answer for literature, and another at the last period. oh darling, life without your phone is miserable. lol. but how the fone got confisticated was funny dood. 19 hours before i can finally see you again. i love you. <3 argh. another sleepless night. geography. chiong arhhs. i must fxcking get at least like how many As to reach my goal? 5. oh well. JYJY! (: oh, i made a maskingtape/nametag for myself. it can save me a booking. and yes, that is how crumpled my uniform is when im in school. i sit like nobody's business in school. WAHAHAHA. ate pocky for lunch today. strawberry flavoured. i love them can?! oh. my art piece is on the wall of TKG. yes, ugly spots and ugly drawing. i did it like, reluctantly. who cares? no one. (: bye.