I just watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I kicked my dad out of the living room so I could unabashedly grin and cry and be emotional without the hindrance of human interference.
It was honestly the most perfect movie I've ever experienced. I don't want to fangirl about it... it deserves more than that. If I am going to write about it, I want my words to be eloquent, because I feel the movie deserves that.
It was so relatable. If I were to be any of the characters, I would be Charlie mixed with Sam or Patrick. I don't want to go into explaining why though.
The movie helped settle my anxiety. It allowed me to feel at peace with my status as an unsuave, unpopular human being. I like being a misfit. I identify as a misfit... even within my friend group, I feel a little out of place. Which makes me sad in some ways. I wish I had friends that completely understood me and could see me even when I couldn't see myself. I think friends like that are so rare and I hope one day I find some. People change so much and so often that it's hard to really know people. As people change and discover themselves, it's like they lose part of themselves along the way.
Blogging has been becoming more of a search for inspiration rather than a sharing of things that inspire me. I feel rather dead at times and it is kind of bringing me down. I wish I could wake up and drive for hours with a friend, listening to music and screaming out the windows. I feel unsettled and it's bothering me. I can sense something is missing. Like, I'm supposed to have found something or someone already but I haven't, and now everything is going a little wrong. I'd just like to open my window one day and see what I'm supposed to be seeing, rather than blindly searching for something that doesn't want to be found.
It was honestly the most perfect movie I've ever experienced. I don't want to fangirl about it... it deserves more than that. If I am going to write about it, I want my words to be eloquent, because I feel the movie deserves that.
It was so relatable. If I were to be any of the characters, I would be Charlie mixed with Sam or Patrick. I don't want to go into explaining why though.
The movie helped settle my anxiety. It allowed me to feel at peace with my status as an unsuave, unpopular human being. I like being a misfit. I identify as a misfit... even within my friend group, I feel a little out of place. Which makes me sad in some ways. I wish I had friends that completely understood me and could see me even when I couldn't see myself. I think friends like that are so rare and I hope one day I find some. People change so much and so often that it's hard to really know people. As people change and discover themselves, it's like they lose part of themselves along the way.
Blogging has been becoming more of a search for inspiration rather than a sharing of things that inspire me. I feel rather dead at times and it is kind of bringing me down. I wish I could wake up and drive for hours with a friend, listening to music and screaming out the windows. I feel unsettled and it's bothering me. I can sense something is missing. Like, I'm supposed to have found something or someone already but I haven't, and now everything is going a little wrong. I'd just like to open my window one day and see what I'm supposed to be seeing, rather than blindly searching for something that doesn't want to be found.
