Perks of not being a wallflower.
This movie was supposed to make me cry. Right? What did I do wrong? I went over to Netflix.com, searched for Perks of Being a Wallflower, clicked on the play button. Not a lot of room for error here. Oh well, another time maybe. I hate Bums for suggesting the movie. I really do. It hit so fucking hard and the worst part is, I want to hope that I'll also have a happy ending like Charlie did. But no, I'm fairly certain I won't. Where's the character depth? Where's the childhood trauma that connects us? I'm just a wholesome pond skater insect, existing only on the surface. "I was happy because they were happy." I'd like to believe that this what I live by. But is it really? Do I act like am happy so that I don't have to put my true intentions out there in the open and make things awkward? Why the fuck can't I stand awkwardness? Just why? I think it's because I'm scared of losing people. For god's sake, why do people just assume I ...