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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.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008, 9:38 PM
Yesterday's Chinese Orchestra's practice...

You know..I am that kind of person who gets jealous easily.
That is what I hate most bout myself....

And yesterday's CO practice turned out to be bad...
My CO teacher thought I played my instrument badly..
But i had tried my best already..
Then he told one of my partners to play for me..
And said, "You play for her, she like never eat, no energy play."
Then he looked at me fiercely.

I was like sooo angry throughout the practice.
All of my friends also did not know what was wrong with me.

I was pissed off..
I feel like showing my anger to my coach.
But I didn't, cause I am the soft-heartened person. :p
I would not ever do something to bad at anyone, no matter how angry I was.
:DDD

But I will soon forget bout it. :3