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That we meet in our middle way,
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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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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
BASKETBALLERS PLEASE PLEASE READ TH POST BELOW (th one before this)yeap, i'm down with fever and sore throat one day mc cos i've got ca tmr damn i'm missing important lessons maths going on to a new chapter alr ahhhh i hate tablets i should go sleep since i woke up for nothing thought there was homework but nah searching for some work to do on asknlearn can i not do art cos i hate to paint - yeah you fucker i hate you youre such a bitch i thought you were better this year or rather now but youre still as bitchy as ever i shouldn't have fucking trust you again i should have fucking learn you should know very well what youve done since day one i should learn from my lessons and stop trusting fuckers like you before i hate myself cos i never seem to learn fuck you bitch i really really hate you now Hate is a strong word, |