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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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Saturday, October 4, 2008
I love LOLLIPOPS. :O

FUCK OFF MUM.

HELLO.

went for counselling today.

it's not that bad. was forced out of bed though. after lots of spraying of water on my face. had a few pieces of digestives, a drink, made a trip to the centre. waited for Cindy. went into the room for an hour. talked about maturity and shared secrets. :D hahaha.

went home for lunch. noodles. helped cut eggs. did what Cindy told me to. "homework." read a few chapters of Sing to the Dawn. i'm so going to flunk the test. i think i need someone to help me summarise the whole book with some "feelings notes" in the summary. i wish that.. "Kelvin's online. Kelvin's online. Kelvin's online." but, he's not. oh well. i still have the page of notes he gave for The Amah. that got me an A2. hahahaaha. i am so dead la. pamela, go and flunk you test on monday. come on. GO.



i think cookie monster is damn cute. i feel like one when i hold the big piece of disgestives in my hand. hahahahaha. it's so gah-gah. :D <3>

bye.

there's no love in me today.