I went to my old wordpress and I saw the post I made about the lines I highlighted in "Perks of Being a Wallflower". I read it about a year ago. I'm posting it here just in case I forget about the existence of my wordpress. I'm pretty sure I will-- soon enough.

FROM PART I p.16

• So, what’s the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don’t understand that.

p. 21

• We accept the love we think we deserve

p. 31

• I read a book and I think I am the people in the book

p.41

• You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand

p.41

• And in that moment, I swear we were infinite

PART II p. 52

• I just think that it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and he thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think that it’s bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. It’s very hard for me to see.

p. 72

• I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good.” Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.

p. 75

• 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

p. 78

• I can already feel myself going to a bad place I used to go.

p.79

• It’s kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And 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 the mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes and 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.

p.100

• I don’t know if you ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. If this gets any worse, I might have to go back to the doctor. It’s getting that bad again.

p. 110

• Have you ever done that? You really feel bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why. I try to remind myself when I feel great like this that there will be another terrible week coming someday, so I should store up many great details as I can, so during the next terrible week, I can remember those details and and believe that I’ll feel great again. It doesn’t work a lot, but I think it’s very important to try.

p.111

• That scared me a lot. It scared me how much it scared me.

p.111

• The problem with things is that everyone is comparing everyone with everyone, and because of that it discredits people

p.112

• This is not the time for heroes because nobody will let that happen.

p.146-147

• I put the book down and went to the window. I stared at my reflection and the trees behind it for a long time. Not thinking anything. Not feeling anything. Not hearing the record. For hours. Something really is wrong with me. And I don’t know what it is.

WOW. I highlighted a lot.