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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, October 1, 2008
Kiss me hard.

HELLO.

i hate the damn computer. was blogging, and it suddenly went blank. and gone, the post is gone. oh well. it's children's day today. D:

i figured out that i can't sleep early anymore. i need to sleep like 1-2 am. i tried sleeping at 10 yesterday, but it didn't work. i stared at the ceiling and found it plain boring.. so, i took my drawing block out. i actually bothered to draw in the middle of the night.. till 1.30am. wahs.

i drew a heart.
.. with a flash of lightning in the middle.
.. found it ugly.
.. erased it.
.. drew a kissing scene of two people.
.. drew a "frame" to make it look like the scrapbook kind of photographs.

oh no. negativeness on the loose.

haha. slept at 2am+?

was fucking woked up at 10am today. after eight hours of sleep, i want more. D: they dragged me to this sale going on.



thank me, converse. :P

i k i n d o f l i k e t h e n e g a t i v e n e s s i n m e.

bye.





It's going against the direction.
It's forbidden.
Its pathetic.
It's happy.
It's sad.
It's just not right.
It's a test.
I love you. <3