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.	Wednesday, October 7, 2009 With or without, life goes on. "And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain – the aching loss that radiated out of my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head – but it was manageable. I could live through it. It didn’t feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I’d grown strong enough to bear it." Quotes, sorry loser, I'm not copying XX or anything. Something about if I don't see someone's face I'll score all As. We could try it next year, if it works, I won't have to see her ever again. If it doesn't, I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life. It's quite motivating if you would have a bet with me. I'll be striving, and dying, to get all the As. Then again before I forget, she has some aura around her. I described it with such awesome vocab. :) "She has some "bad aura" around her that when she's around, birds stop chirping, butterflies no longer fly as freely as they like" etc etc. Sorry short term much. Been balling before school and during recess on alternate days. My shooting sucks. Jogged yesterday, the same route. Stamina's still the same, all time high hehe. Never jog with people who talk a lot but have no stamina and just die within one minute. but talk for the rest of the jog, walking. Hint: My siblings. Two periods of Art, one for revision, the other for the computer haha. Professor's cute. :) I fought it for a long time now While drowning in a river of denial I washed up, fixed up, picked up All my broken things 'Cause you left me Police tape, chalk line Tequila shots In the dark scene of the crime Suburban living with a feeling That I'm giving up Everything for you Been long since we last wrote to each other, wonder how you've been. You seem happy outside, not that much inside, huh? Hi 5.