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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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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Chocolate.

HELLO.

these days are getting real cranky.

i actually love waking up to sms-es that just make my tears go tumbling down my cheeks like hell. i got no idea, WHY? it clears my mind.

yesterday.
i was mugging history. then, i got a sms early morning. replied. and what the next 2/3 messages that followed made my mood crappy. the longest message was ______. the word, for that blank, is rude, so ya, might as well don't put it there. hahaha. i guess tear-ing in the morning sorts of open your mind for the rest of the day? i don't know. i re-read that longest message like tons of times, and i've found loopholes in it. how sad is that? or maybe, its just my mind having more undesirable conclusions. oh. the option i chose. no one know what it is, yet. oh well. my mind is flooded with evil thoughts, and it just want me to end my life, the fastest and most cowardy act to solve problems.

i was literally dragged to parkway. to go to some bank with my grandmother to get her interest and stuffs. she is one clown. while walking halfway to parkway, she cna shoutout to you, "eh, i NEED to go home. " oh whoa. look at the word, N-E-E-D. oh kay. so i turned, and realised the bottom part of her shoe was coming out. then, i teased her. "oh my god. who was the person that said across the road that this shoe was so good, and gave her the bouncy feeling, as though she was running, HUH?" haha. so brought her to get new shoes. then, when going home, as i'm used to taking backseats, i walked towards the empty seats at the back, and this funny person, went to SHOUT at me eh. S-H-O-U-T at me on the bus. omfg. she was like, "WHY ARE YOU AT THE BACKSEATS?" i was like, ohmyfuck, is this my luck or what? i was shocked can?! god.

today.
the day barely started. i couldn't really get to sleep last night. i guess, having lollipops at night gives one a sugar rush, and no matter what, can't get their eye closed. the radio station last night was playing real sad songs. i listened to them, thought about the lyrics they used, and slowly drifted to sleep. oh yay. woke up in the morning, like at 8+, which i think is fucking early. i might as well sleep more. so, followed my grandma down to bring my brother to his childcare centre. i just wanted fresh air. being stucked at home is not nice, not at all.

i guess, i would be stucked here like for the whole day. argh. i hate it. i need to shoot. :/ hahaha. blogging is getting boring nowadays, no highlights, no nothing. oh well.

oh, i have like too little sugar in my body. i am like getting restless every now and then. hahaha. i need sugar. ahhh. i need my chocolate.

was dragged to the mart by my grandma. she was stalling for time, walking around the mart. i don't know whatever for too. i guess, she was waiting for her friend.

these days are getting desperately teary.

bye.