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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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Monday, April 20, 2009
Made her your clown.

Omg.

I'm fed up.
From conflicts.
From fights.
From people getting jealous.
From everything.
From results to cca.

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I really dislike camps.
People there just force you to do stuffs you hate.
Bond with people you dislike.
Everything.

Heights.
Home sickness omgwtf.

Two consecutive camps in a row if I'm not wrong.
I can die I tell you.

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Study.
I really need to mug.
I really need to find one place to rest my ass and just open a book and study.
Oh phuck, I wanna study in a group.
Or where there is noise.

Weird how I prefer to study.
/:

I really need to study.

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Conflicts.
Internal.
Clique + 1.
Omg I'm so sorry 1.

Conflicts.
Internal.
Basketball.

This is really getting all so sickening.

God dammit,
it's pissing yo.

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People have simply no minds of their own.
Stop being a copy cat lah.
Wtf have a mind of your own & start thinking for yourself.

Seriously cannot stand some people that phucking can't think for their own.

Stop it.

Are you all really that stupid?

*Hint on what I'm talking about:
Take - for example.
No one would talk about - if - didn't go high during lessons cos of - name.
Btw, - represents two things.

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My holidays are going down the drain.

Camps as said.

Trainings.
I bet with you people it's gonna be tough.
Oh so competitive.

& perhaps EVEN MORE PROBLEMS.

Ah phuck.

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NBA.

Cleveland won.
Celtics lost,
by a ball.

Maybe if Kevin wasn't injured.
You might have done better.

Winning an incomplete team.

Kinda..

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Ah,
it's just the sudden urge to see you again,
and tell you I really - you.

Wtf, is it really that hard to actually ---?

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Pissed
and fed up.

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Say you too.
High five.