“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 me, so I can feel it too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like, I’ll tell them.”—Perks of Being a Wallflower
“But no one can stay panicked forever. You’re forced to find a way through your terror before any viable answers appear, while the floor is dropping beneath you. It’s a sloppy, lurching, imperfect business; though not quite yourself, post-catastrophe, neither are you yet equipped to cope with the fallout from such seismic changes. You haven’t grown those muscles yet or begun to reimagine your story. You’re like the common America lobster, Homarus americanus, which dives for a few days each year to the ocean floor to slough off its old shell and wait for a new one, a naked, pink-skinned glob of flesh trying not to get smashed too hard before its second skin grows back.”—
I am a naked, pink-skinned glob of flesh. And that’s okay.
Whew I’m in Berkeley now and I am tired in my bed. Tonight is day 3 of drinking straight.. I feel so bad for my stomach. It’s okay considering I love this city. I walk to class everyday with my eyes wide open. You just can’t appreciate this place to the fullest if you don’t. All of its little…