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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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Thursday, September 4, 2008
Bitch.

HELLO!

omg. rachel called me yesterday to tell me not to self-mutilate. it is so gross, at how people that she said actually cut themselves. as though they were made of paper, and won't feel anything, perhaps, their skin has gone numb or immune to the pain already, ah well.

the other half of yesterday was stupid. i've finally found the cause of my mind thinking so badly and sadly already. sadly, that person is the person i USED to enjoy talking to. i don't know why, but, he is getting a little weird nowadays. he is like encouraging me to break up with ____. don't confront him pls, just contact me or anything, i'll tell you everything. oh well. after thinking things through for a day yesterday, the only solution to this whole problem, was to ask myself, and me only for the solution. :D

milo for breakfast. woke up to the shouting around the house. why can't my family members just stop shouting early morning? waking up early during holidays are so boring. cos, there is like nothing much to do. except for studying.

this year's september holiday is obviously for studying. like, what else could we possibly spend this week with? we can't possibly go and chill out everyday at a shopping mall or cafe, when exams arelike just 2/3 weeks away.. oh well. few more weeks to exams. another two more weeks to free-of-exams mood.

yay. if today's weather's good, i will be going to the basketball court. :D yay. yay. yay. but, i think i will stand there like a total retard. cos..

#1; it's been damn long since i've been there.
#2; i don't know if i have enough strength nowadays to even shoot a 3-point there alr.
#3; the scale of the court downstairs is so much bigger than school's, and i'm no long familiar with it alr.
#4; if play match, i would be doing the usual stuff, which is stand there, wait for ball, then score. i don't think i can do that already.
#5; just say that i SLACK alr la.

hahahaha. oh well. see how i die today at court, not being able to shoot, or "adapt" fast enough. :D

yay. eli is comng later. god knows what we'll be doing. she thinks i am oh so sad, and needs counselling. luckily i told her yesterday that i was find, else i would be so bored, gacing counsellors, one after another. oh. the social worker called to arrange a date. D:

haha. bye. :D