Sighing, I flung a rock into the lake. Waves of thoughts flew at me like they were being shot at me from the shotgun I had once stared like it was a savior. My life wasn't too bad, y'know? I just...didn't want to be the person I was. Having powers, no, it wasn't as great as it might sound. I wanted to be a normal person. Being able to do what I could do made me feel like a freak. It was like a constant headache, ripping at my brain. It was cool, sometimes, however. It made me feel like I had power over things. Like...what's the word? Not dictator...ruler. Yes, that's it. I tried to keep my spirits up, however. For instance, watching people socialize and talk made me feel a bit better. I considered myself an optimist. But it also made me want to drown myself in a bath half-full.