tonight, i sat down and read the perks of being a wallflower start to finish in a little over four hours.

i didn't know what to say about the hours and i don't know what to say about this, except to echo matt's statements that this is an unspeakably wonderful book, a very important book that everyone ought to read.

i don't want to take small things, good people, any day for granted. important things go on all the time. it's up to me.

i don't even have a sob story. and i have no excuse.

i should love more, and better, when i find the right places to put it.

real friendship is the only thing that's worth it. that's real love.

i want to feel infinite again.

and other things i can't put into words... at least not now... read the book; it will mean something to you, too.