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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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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

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Monday, September 3, 2007

Okay.
I'm pissed. Very pissed. And i'm ignoring every single one of my friends.
Urggh.
Whatever.

Had a really suckyy day today.
Woke up at 7am, and went back to sleep again and woke up at 7.45am. And maths lessons starts at 8.30! And i'm supposed to meet jolyn at 8.15am! Urgh. Was almost late.
Maths lessons suck like fucking hell, mrs yaw's droning on and on about some maths formula. Urgh. Almost fell alseep. Hello!? 5 hours luh! Whaddaya expect?

Went home after that. Chiong-ed in the rain. Stupid. Probably caught a cold after that.

Was late for about 2mins for band practice. Urgh.
Pump-ed twenty times after band.
Urggggh.
Ran in the rain AGAIN! (We're already late, so no choice, RUN!)
Ran passed a group of sec ones playing pet rocket and i was splashed when the rockey was fired.
ASSSSSSSS.
URRRRGGGGH.
Was wet AGAIN!

Band pratice was okay. I guess.
All my solos suck lah. No suprises right?

I'm jealous. I really am..
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay