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, July 12, 2008
fuck the hairdresser. hi. the fxcking hairdesser has just ruined my beautiful hair. the whole salon is out to ruin my hair, one after another. what the hell. my phone is being confisticated again. by a menopausing monster. crazy people are always doing crazy things, that can make ppl go mad, and want to kill them with ONE cut. once and for all. clean. okkays, i bttr stop here abt this killing thing. else the police will come and track me down for some questioning done. i feel like going to the salon and tell the hairdresser to stick back my beautiful hair. dang. she fxcking dont know what a trim is. heck. ahhhhs. LEON! tell me your secret on making hair grow fast. heck. to me, it is damn ugly. gawd. MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR. this sounds a little gay, or maybe a little leon, but who cares? gawd. BUH- BYES. ): |