The Perks of Being a Wallflower

by Stephen Chbosky

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

Me lol

I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

if I have sex with someone, I would want to hold them.

And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

Maybe I’m being too sentimental, but I like to think that when I’m old, I will be able to look at all these tapes and remember those drives.

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

I guess what I’m saying is that this all feels very familiar. But it’s not mine to be familiar about.

I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows. It’s hard to sit in my bedroom and read like I always did. It’s even hard to talk to my brother on the phone.

Too real

I’d do anything not to be this way. I’d do anything to make it up to everyone.

“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”

I really do love my sister. Especially when she’s nice.

And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.