i finished 'Flowers For Algernon' by Daniel Keyes. i have to say it's a pretty good book, but it took me longer than usual to finish it. i haven't properly finish a book since 2009, like seriously. last year cuz of SPMs mostly i jump through chapters of favourite books, short stories collections, compilations etc. mostly i rely on audiobooks, but it really isn't like real reading. *digress*

so finishing 'Flowers for Algernon' somewhat makes me feel heavy. its the story i suppose, and the way that it was written. the writing style grows with the inclining plot, like the spelling corrections and the punctuations as Charlie's IQ raises. and i like the ending, it's unexpected.
... ok why does this feel like i'm making a review about the book? -.-

dot dot dots. these days i feel very easily pissed off and i'm feeling a bit sick. this afternoon i was super hungry, ordered rice. but when the food came i looked at it and felt like puking. what the toot is wrong with me? i think i'm going to be sick.

i'm not sure about anything anymore. thank you for making me smile all this while, but i'm afraid it will turn into something more. i think what i feel is right, but u might not think this way. i don't know what is real anymore. baby make it real for me please.

JY