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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.
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Friday, January 16, 2009, 5:01 AM

woke up early..
yawn.. so sleepy dont feel like going sch..
fetched my friend to sch...

anyway..
in sch..
welll... abigail in the same old ways..
'Sepang'...this word.. er.. she jus always make fun of it hahas xD
aft classes..
i got CO practice..
came back.. so tired..
now using com dunno for what.. hahas xD
doing nothing.. x)