Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating
Profile This blog is only kept for memories sake. 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? — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Tagboard Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Thursday, July 12, 2007 W-E-A-K. Are we really that? It's heartbrokening just to think that we're one of the lousiest. & I dont think there's anyone who regard us highly. Our seniors worked hard and left our section a good name. It might not be that great but at least they were'nt as bad as us, now. I really cannot cope. Two already gave me a splitting headache and now? FIVE? I know it isn't my place to complain, but ah, Nevermind. Wait and see. But i wont give up. Never. Persistance is the key to sucess! PE lessons was a complete disaster. We're doing softvolleyballs this term. eeeeeeeks. BALL. FEAR NO. 1 : BALL Shall blog next time. Ta!
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay