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? Tagboard
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Heyo. I'm back from basketball camp! Man fun boring tiring scary. Farewell. Meals fooooood pizzas, damn I ogled at a bottle at seven eleven I want. Photos. Bonding games. Convo call "like like like" Night walk. Ghost stories. S: AH I wanna sleep. Camp debrief was long. O: Who's got h1n1 in school! Ah Mr Seah's letter's damn long I lazy read. Ah thanks Coach for the voucher. Omg I wanna sleep. Oh ahahaha sec ones are damn naive zomg. I think after this you'll know it's fake. Oh no, Tashya will feel damn cheated. X: AHHHH I WANNA SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Ah okay hahahaha ah shall tell you people th truth when school reopens. In the mean time, yes I do ahah. Ah gawd. Oh watched some NBA clip. IVERSON! Ah kay bye. |