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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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Sunday, November 2, 2008
Fly. Die. Bye.

HELLO.

today. had tuition at BC. and i pissed James off. i wrote.. "fucker=J*mes" then he went to take my paper away. made me stand outside the class like some asshole. then called my mother after class. got reprimanded.

went home. trapped myself in my room. if only i can design the way i die. i'd like to "fly" down Taiwan 101 tower. Die there. and say Bye. ): LOL.

there's training tomorrow! (:

LOL. i must so get the left handed thingy right by tomorrow. (:

bye. :D