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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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Thursday, April 30, 2009, 11:33 PM

wa.. damn stress nowadays..
okay i know i said that the last entry was the last one. but i got to use the computer to revise for history.. so i decided to post one more entry.

its so stress during mid-year ..
i think everyone is trying their best to work on their subjects.
so jiayous~! (:
after the exam we can slack.. so lets get studying.. and well stress..-.-''