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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, April 29, 2009
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Hello.

Haha.
Art now.

Hop blog.
Blog hop.

Whichever.
:D

Its really cool how you can actually accept someone that you barely know more,
than someone you've been writing letters to for the past.. months?

:D

Feel honoured manzczxs,
if you know who you are.
:D

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Omg I seriously D-I-S-L-I-K-E people who think I care for them,
when,
I.
AM.
NOT.
BOTHERED.

& this ain't the first time I'm saying this so yeah,
get this into your heads,
and shut up probably.

Cos seriously,
your mouths are bigger than your head.

& don't contradict yourself within like what,
two posts?!

I'm serious man,
when I say I don't care,
I really don't.

Cos why waste my time,
on,
you people.

Maybe you think you're worthy.
But nah-ah x1000.

So shut up-up.

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I want Mid-years.
ShuRui is right.
The pros does rule over the cons.
Home early,
school late.
More sleep,
Macs for breakfast even.
D:

Elissa the asshole,
saw my cursh.

Haha don't worry dude.
I don't blame you,
why should I anyway?

Just let me have the pic.

I want my phone and omg.
Should I enjoy my freedom after school tmr,
or just go home,
cos there isn't anything to do.

Beat it.
Haha omg,
random much.
/:

Oh the ping pong show is awesome.
Okay maybe the ending isn't really..
Sastifying.
D:
I want a second series!

Haha.
Yeah my table.
:D

Haha good luck Zhi Ying with your photoshop.
;D

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-dash-dash-
Haha dash.

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Bye.