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.	Monday, July 14, 2008 helloooo. oh god. i don't know how much i miss you. but, it's alot. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i could go on FOREVER.. but i chose not to. :P i love you dood. oh god. everything sucks. my phone is confisticated. i can't sms. i can't call. i can't recieve anything from outside these four walls. and, i was good during geography by clearing all my doubts with the teacher. but she gives me answers that doesn't make sense, and that i can't remember. dang. i almost got a masking tape today. luckily i didn't. god. i want to sms. anws, bye.