Untitled Scribbled down on Tuesday, 16 August 2005 13:43:32 PM
Imagine if you couldn't die at all, luckily you can. It would've been a disaster if people couldn't really kill theirself, I'm sure. If they had to wait till their natural death, it would be a curse and we'd breathe new lives in all the plagues. But thankfully, you can die. Al. does come across my mind. I usually sit waiting on a bench as you can't enter the shops with many bags and as people passed me by, I remembered a day she was out herself and saw someone who looked alike me. *smiles* She of course yelled my name at the girl. I'd feel very... weird and 'stalked' a little, if it happened to me but the girl was lovely and replied nicely that she wasn't me. Also that the real one (me), must be special. These days I may not be online a lot, I'm going to read all the books I borrowed. I will try to finish them. If I come then it will be at night, my brother is working at that moment.

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