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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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Friday, March 6, 2009
Write a classic.

Hello.

Training yesterday was screwed.
/:
Captain of the day suck. She suck, she suck, she suck.
(AHHH. She's me.)
Well, fast breaks here and there. Stupid Sec1s, slackers much.
Match in the end. Yay, 3points.
& ZOMG, ___ had a fail attempt of shooting a 3point.
It went air ball like crazy during the match.
Beatrissa laughed.
Everyone did.
She shot from her face. I admire you. -Sarcasm.-

Today's kind of stupid. (Mdm Surayah's gonna mark this sentence with an 'Exp' or 'S. St.'
Slack, and the day went by fast.
Stupid stupid stupid.

AHHH. SEC1 JUNIORS ARE SCARED OF JAMIE & I.
:O
___ sprint across the canteen with food when she saw us.
The same person ran away from me when I was walking down the stairs.
This is so cool.

I'm arranging another date with Cassie(darling) on Msn.
-Laugh-
We missed one that day.
It all happened during History.

-History, Cassie and I were seating beside each other.
Elissa in front of us, Jodie beside Cassis. Jo- Cas- Pam.-
-Cassie un-zipped my pinefore and pulled my shorts "out" of it.-
Cassie: Haha. I strip you.
Me: Hello darling. Can you wait? Tonight okay. Don't so impatient.
-Cassie laughs A WHOLE WHOLE LOT.-
Me: Horny.
-Still laughing and said-
Cassie: What I horny.
Elissa: You all ah.
-Then we wrote each other a LOVE LETTER.-

All these, during history. Whoa.

Ah bye.

She's really nobody in exception.
No guilty conscience, why ask.
Don't think it's others, it's you.