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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

10, diciembre 2012

It´s just that I don´t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don´t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show it so I can feel it too.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I’d do anything not to be this way. I’d do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being «passive agressive.» And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things. 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.

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.

Encontré un enlace para descargar el libro de Stephen Chbosky en PDF y lo comparto aquí.

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