I was getting kind of bummed out last night because of Flowers for Algernon, which is pretty much the saddest story I have ever read in my life. Much like Charlie Gordon at the peak of his intelligence, I feel as if I have a wedge driven between me and most of the people around me. I slept on it though, and it is just one of those things that I have to accept. There are going to be different stratifications of people in life. I will find ways to relate to them, but unless you're on the same level with someone it may be hard to have any kind of deep connection.
I had a dream last night. My mom won 28 million dollars in the lottery. It seemed like everything was going to be okay for once, and then she died driving across a bridge that collapsed. Oddly enough, I'm pretty sure Voldemort had something to do with it. Needless to say, I felt kind of funky when I woke up.
I had a dream last night. My mom won 28 million dollars in the lottery. It seemed like everything was going to be okay for once, and then she died driving across a bridge that collapsed. Oddly enough, I'm pretty sure Voldemort had something to do with it. Needless to say, I felt kind of funky when I woke up.