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The Perks Of Being A Wallflower: Quotes

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.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker, and I'm the one who beat up Sean and couldn't stop crying after he did it. I guess I'm pretty emotional. It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book. "We accept the love we think we deserve." When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there. Bob started passing around food. "Would you like a brownie?" "Yes. Thank you." -- I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was. ... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write. I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend. I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast. I felt so sad. I didn't know what was going on. "Please, don't do this to yourself, Charlie." But I did do it to myself. Like I do every year on my birthday. Little kids talk about the strangest things. They really do. ... My aunt Helen was definitely killed instantly. In other words, there was no pain. There was no pain anymore. I don't know how long I kept going to the doctor. I don't remember how long they kept me out of school. It was a long time. I know that much. I even made her a mix tape and left it at the grave. I hope you do not think that makes me weird. Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello. But the thing is that I can hear Sam and Craig having sex, and for the first time in my life, I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me. I feel great! I really mean it. I have to remember this for the next time I'm having a terrible week. Mary Elizabeth is a vegetarian and she hates her parents. She is also fluent in Spanish. The people are being nicer in the hallways. Not to me necessarily, just in a general way. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.