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.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

“He’s a wallflower.”

“You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”

I don’t know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally.

I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

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