That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile 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 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Saturday, September 12, 2009 This could be my last goodbye. And I can't deny your eyes You know I tried to read between the lines, I saw a warning sign And then you threw me up against the wall Who said that it's better to have loved and lost? I wish that I had never loved at all No rewinds, no second times I won't break, I won't waste Everything you left behind So don't follow, just let it go But the weather's been better Don't let it be another You're that insecure. To the extend you invade other's privacy, just to gain assurance of yourself. Good job, till then. Is friendship nothing more than the excessive use of technology? I don't know, maybe. I miss the good old times. Throwing socks into the toilet bowl, balling every single day, & crashing almost everywhere. I really cannot stand that bimbo, L.