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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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Friday, March 6, 2009, 4:39 AM

jus finish showering..
hahas x)
so tired after CO.. i hate that CCA!!
ARGHH!!

headache ahh... dont shout becca...
cant wait for sunday
im stil saving money for the present hahas x)
-.- so tired
headache..
uh...
aw man...
arghh..
wa...
i getting bored liao..
wanna sleep arghh..
too much [stress].. zzz...
*sleeping liao go away if not i will sae my shakespeare's lines again hahas x) i mean shhh..]
x)