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addictive
What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
Music Playing...




Friday, August 29, 2008, 2:16 AM
28/08/2008

Wow!
Today was ACES day.
Sec. 1,2,3 and 4 did the mass dance.

We skipped and danced to the rythmn.
I didnt really like the music...so I just danced it in the "wishy-washy" way.

Hahas. xD

Jovi, Kim and Ananya came today.
Choo and Shley pon sch..[again]=.=''

lols... gtg bye :D