Day 5- The one who has scarred by the sword belongings

January 5^th

I am shocked by an incredible statement: Charlie has friends in this building. I cannot believe this since I see lots of people with him going around during this morning when I am taking breakfast. I wonder his friends are as smart as him or as proficient on psychology. Nevertheless, I should not be concern and contact with his friends because they might abhor a nasty yellow mouse which running on tables in front of him. I stalk at him during lunch at lobby. There is a scene of lots of people including men and women surround by Charlie and laughing with a raucous from the vehicle horn in one of the cars. I assume that they are gangsters or bullies who are homeless. I run quickly and remain silent while I feet hurt since there is a stone. I fall down with my interest vanished on the society of Charlie. Is Charlie a type of person who is a pariah who has been relinquished by gods? Is Charlie a type of person who is good at flirting socialization with people? I walk back to my room as I muse at these things. Have you ever contain avarice when you look at your mild beds? I do have a sudden of greed as if I want to lie on my bed for a decade. Despite I have all the things I want- beds, games, treadmill, dumbbells, and wall paper, nevertheless, Dr.Haha does not consent to one thing- Japanese animation. He thinks it is stupid to watch animation while yet having the brain operation processes completely. I am really mad at him about his perspective since he is wrong at all. I lay down on a chair holding a book “The Shadow of the Wind”. I wish I can have the same situation as the main character “Martin” who does not have any relatives including parents at all. I want to be a person who intends to bring out Armageddon from the holy Bible. I sleep with my great imagination of the holy shroud  in the book “ The Da Vinci Code”. I wake up with a sudden of aghast from the dead corpse in CSI Miami, which I always watch it on ten o’clock on the channel “AXN”. I see Charlie immediately as I open my door to get two glasses of coke. He is crying as if his immaturity causes the tragedies again. Soon, he tells me the entire event of people who look like gangsters bully him.  Charlie thought that they are all his friends who like to play around with him. However, it is not true. They treat him as a stupid person who make him fall down without any hands reach for him. They are making fun of him with a face showing “ Here you go, you retard!” Charlie leaves my way as soon as he finish the last sentence with tears all over his face. I wonder one thing: Will I be able to rescue you from plights if I am a human but not a mouse?