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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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Saturday, May 9, 2009

You know what, it is still fun and enjoyable.



Sigh.

I need to find my passion for basketball back.
Make it seem fun.
Make it not seem more and more like a chore.
Make "quit" not an option for me when I'm secondary 3.
Make it not seem like an attendance sake thing.
Make it not seem so competitive when it's right there in front of your eye.
Make it seem.. just fun.

Fun.
Make it seem enjoyable.
Make me remember how I used to like it.
Make me like it again.
Make me play for the pleasure of it, like how I used to.
Make me lie to myself, whoa.

Lies to myself.
It wasis fun.
It wasis enjoyable.
It wasis.. Just plain nice to touch a basketball and dribble it. Shoot it.
It wasis nice to be on court everytime.

Now.
Everything is plain tiring.
Everything's like a chore.
Everything's crashing down suddenly (not just bball this time).

Nevermind.
I will grow out of this soon I think..?

I must anyway.
At least, half a year to go if everything goes "unwell".

D: