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.	Saturday, September 20, 2008 You're the BIG problem. HELLO. I am so bored. so, so, so, so bored. D: I've been listening to songs.. which, sound kind of hyper, and, stupid. spent my night at my aunt's house, again. oh well. that place is the only place now that i can find, where i can be me. maybe, where i can feel a lot more less pressurised or something, i guess.. woke up. argh. had to do geography. took out foolscap, and started writing, notes. watched tv too. haha. she made bird's nest for me. :D yay. haha. though, i kind of like it, but i was also reluctant. it's like, saliva. then, there was this big chance, that i dare not swallow, she sort of "scold" me for wasting that chunk. i'm sorry. went back home. straight into the bedroom. went to bathe. was taking the conditioner, when i saw this BIG BIG BIG moth on it. i screamed. after the damn thing flew and settled down at the basin. crap, what am i supposed to do w/o clothes in a bathroom, facing a stupid moth. should i drown it? no, it would fly away. haha. i just shouted for my mother. ohmygod. she caught the fly with tissue. YUCK. i feel so disgusted. i dare not touch the conditioner. ew. ew. ew. haha. i know, i'm so many times bigger than that creature, but, it freaks me out. aiya. i've got nobody to borrow a phone here. D: oh well. ah. ah. ah. i am B.O.R.E.D. D: bye.