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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, October 31, 2009
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.

Sorry I couldn't go to the doctor's with you today.

There's this sucky feeling in me when everybody knows each other and you don't know a thing, but come to know it some way or another and feel a little betrayed but whatever for they're just friends like how we are, anyway.

I never thought all these could happen but since it did so I might as well accept it face down.

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say and watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seeing that loving you is what I was trying to do

Whatever, ftw. Face down's stuck in my head.

Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.

Hazel's Halloween Party was fun.

Haha shit got caught sorry. Anyway sit beside Nicky next time when he has face crayons cos you're damn lucky to have your face drawn all over first at the party and it rocks more when you're right beside the mirror. But you can get him back by drawing on his face next. Fake blood got into my eye.

Rachel the geek, Nicole being herself, Jodie the weird kid, Isabelle the Scout, Chloe the hippie (sp), Hazel the Beng, Namrate the Witch, Hirfana the IDK SORRY, Kenneth the murderer (?!), Nicky the pauper HAHAHA, Rena idk, Cheryl idk also.

We went around the condo STALKED A LADY HAHAHA we still have 4 more pictures to take affair :( Hazel and I made a kid cry in the reading room then we ran out hahaha there were more people much earlier right? = more stares. Dare or dare was a failure I think? Zel got cut by a potato chip -.- Mass danced in the dark learnt the geeky dance. Pictures soon?

Two words, fun shit.