I'm on page 118 now and so far, its great. It is so great that I'm afraid to finish it. I think I have few things in common with Charlie though; I do think I think too much. Sometimes when I'm at the food court or in the LRT, or even when I'm at a family gathering, I often look at this certain people and think how their lives are. Are they sad, or are they happy? Are those smile sincere, or just another hypocritical smile? Sometimes I think how they'll be in few years time. When I look at a picture of someone very old or someone who is already dead, I wonder how they're doing at the after world. Were they happy when they lived? I don't want to die unhappy. Nobody wants to die unhappy. I'm sure of that; but I am unhappy. What if I'll die tomorrow? then I'll die unhappy. There's too much of the word unhappy that it makes me more unhappy. I should stop now.
Tykah
