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Wednesday, February 11, 2009



I wonder how it feels when you're dead.But your soul is still lingering around.You try to talk to people,but they don't respond. You do stupid stuffs in front of them but they don't realize. You want them to know that you're sitting in class but in reality,your seat is empty.

Or maybe when your friends dies,and you don't get to joke around with them or gossip around.Bugging each other during class, sharing food during recess. And when you're playing volleyball,you know that someone's missing.They won't update their blogs or be online on MSN. (quoted from Zu) I'm sure you're gonna miss him/her. What if it was your best friend and you didn't get a chance to say bye or ' ill meet you when i die',kinda thing.
Or maybe you had a crush on him/her and now he's/she's dead.

That hurts.I KNOW.