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.	Friday, October 3, 2008 Sit properly. HELLO. the day was stupid. the PRINCIPAL came into our class early morning before examinations to tell us how noisy we were. we ARE noisy, i admit it. she told me THRICE to sit properly. what the f*ck is her problem? i remember the PSYCHOLOGIST that you told to come to our school telling our class that some girls sit in a certain way, for stress or better way for them to absorb stuffs, something like that, and now, you tell me to sit properly? i do my history exam better this way. live with it. I need to do my history exam seated that way. my PRIVACY was invaded early morning too. before assembly. and i thought.. ONLY my mother was so psycho as to read people's messages without asking, turns out, my "friends" in class do the same thing, without asking, and after reading it, SHOW others. common sense. does your friends do this? no. so, they're my "friends" i guess. WHOA. sad life. sad life. now, everyone is becoming like your mother, pamela. saw this bitch that walked like a DUCK to the bus stop. literally, like a D-U-C-K. saw botakbaldy on the bus. haha. botakbaldy sounds so yuckybetter. okay. botak = baldy. it is so awakward to be on the same bus with him. it's like.. we know each other. we know each other's name. we don't greet each other when we see each other. we don't talk to each other. we are like total strangers. basically, why the hell do we have to know each other's name? for nuts? he walks weridly. he holds his collar. suffocating himself. LOL. reached home, and wanted to use the computer. the cable was missing. i called my parent. one came home to supposedlingly take the cable out from where they kept it and plug it into the computer for me. yes, they are that brainful. then.. he forgot where the cable was. called my mum. she didn't want to let me use the computer. what the hell. so i was shouting vulgarities all over the house, and dug the cable out from one of their drawers after 5 minutes of searching. :D bye.