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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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Friday, September 25, 2009
There is nothing and no one I want more than you.

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you

You are my only one

I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you

You are my only, my only one ♥
I'm sorry we've to deny it till the end.
I love you girl, really.

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School is boring.
But I'm paying more attention during lessons now.
I guess it's a good thing.
Teachers just bomb homework like no one's business.

Xae-Rl and I eavesdropped on a convo.
O:

We've got new nets for the hoops at the basketball court.
I was so excited that after I read about it (letter) I went to court to ball (with Rachel).
( I wanted to go up to class to do homework btw it was recess.)
The old nets make louder "shooooooong" sound HAHAH.
The new one is so plastic-ish, the old one so clothe-ish.
WHAT AM I SAYING MIND ME I'M A BIT BONKERS.
The new one is white, the old one was colorful.
Is there a net catalogue huh?

I love old songs, they somewhat make more sense.
New ones are new, so yeah.
Oh shit, I'm starting to crap again.

My fringe is damn screwed.
Damn damn screwed, please grow grow grow.
D:
I may just get a hat.

Laura taught me some Chem yesterday, thanks.
Ms Yang's nice, and funny.
Big Kenneth, Hazel told me what you said. Bleh.
Sorry Shawn can't ball today. D:

RYLJE YOU ANNOYING HAHAHAHHA KIDDING.

So be it, I'm prepared.