I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even though they could have. I need to know that these people exist.
I look at people holding hands in the hallways, and I try to think about how it all works. At school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to "their song." In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys' jacket, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are. (Stephen Chbosky)
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The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Date: 2009-03-09 06:31 am (UTC)