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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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Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Why?

HELLO. :D

hahahahahahahahaha. i re-read the msn conversation i had with him yesterday. it was very nice and fun. i still can't believe how i could come up with that "touching" line. :D i am pro. :D but, i've got no idea why he is still emo. come on..

anything that is still in your mind,
that you've not cleared,
contact me,
I'll clear them for you.

i am so bored. i've got no mood for studying. bye, RJC, bye As. i am so puzzled. okay, i've got A problem. this one problem. and, i have two contradicting feeling about it. the surface is one, and the inside is one. obviously, i should follow what's inside. oh well, i shall. :D don't worry, it's nothing bad.

i find blogging weird. it is like, a place where i pour everything out. and the more i blog, the more relieving i feel, the higher i get, the happier i am. i guess, at times.
i don't get it. yesterday was fine. i cleared some stuffs up. probably too little for someone to feel better, and still tell another person that he is sad.

why can't you just tell me why you are sad? and not others?

oh god. today is retarded. i am not going to touch my history book, i hope. i am not going to start on geography. i am not going to look at physics/chem/bio. i am just going to write thoughts onto my foolscap pad, and just write, and read, write and read, and hopefully arrive at a point, where my tears would dry up. ah well.

BYE.