I just read all of my highlighted passages in the perks of being a wallflower
I feel like I am going to throw up from thinking of everything this books reminds me of.
I wish that I had never gotten it. I wish that I hadn't bonded with ryan over it.
I wish that I could share it with all of my friends in hopes that maybe it will help them understand me.
I feel like I am going to explode into tiny fragments if I hide from the world too much longer.
I am still a blank slate in my school, a ghost in the background. I hate that.
I feel like I am going to cry because I am overflowing with emotions right now.
I am angry, I am sad, I am curious, I am hopeful, and I am just a mess. I'm like Charlie.
I am remembering when I fell in love with ryan, and how horrible that was.
I am remembering being on drugs that I found in the kitchen cabinet, and being crazy.
I am remembering crying after being awake a full day, watching SVU marathons.
I am remembering how Kady and I didn't talk for a while after that.
I am remembering things I think are better left forgotten. I really... don't know.
I am numb. I am falling apart. I am reverting back into the shell I used to be.
I don't want to be lost like I was back then. I want to be okay. Please.
I am going to sleep in my sunshine hat.
I am going to bundle up and pretend I am outside a bar in the middle of the night.
I am going to fall asleep pretending I am in your arms.
I am going to end this.
others become memories

Saturday, November 21, 2009
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Without hope, the us's give up - I know you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. So you, and you, and you... You gotta give em' hope... you gotta give em' hope. -Harvey Milk, Milk(2008)
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"Do you always think this much, Charlie?"
"Is that bad?"
"Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"Is that bad?"
"Yes."
i wish you'd call more. i miss being friends.
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