the perks of being a wallflower

I recently (finally) read the perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. It was FANTASTIC. I had been wanting to read it for a long time, and I finally found it at a library. I want to buy it, I could read it so many times. It is intense, and kind of graphic, but not in a way you would think. It is about being a teenager, and you can definetely feel the pain of the main character. If you haven't already read it, GO DO IT NOW.
Here are just a couple of quotes from the book that I wanted to post.

"I hate you."
"I love you."
"You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."
"I'm trying not to be."

"I feel infinite."

... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

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 really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

I don't like my birthday. I don't like it at all.

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.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

Seriously, read it.