The Perks Of Having Been A Wallflower

When Charlie's life gets bad again, he writes one more letter to his friend.

Based on the book The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Steven Chbosky.


1. I am infinite.

5 June

Dear Friend,

Today was my last day of high school. I graduated top of my class. I really tried participating this year like Sam told me to. I attended the dances, pep rallies, everything I could. But I had nobody to go with, so despite my best attempts, I have remained the ever-meek wallflower I always was.

I've been trying not to let the things Aunt Helen did get to me. She was good to me most of the time. But I can't honestly say that she is the best person I ever knew now. I think Sam wins that. She's not the worst either, though. She didn't have an easy upbringing. She wouldn't have done it otherwise, but Dr Burton says that tragic backstory explains bad behaviour, it doesn't excuse it. Dr Burton helped a lot this year and I learned that I repressed the memories because I loved her so much. I think I did something worse though: she died because of me. I'll never forgive myself for that.

I have also been reading a lot of classics, like Mr Anderson said to. I really like To Kill A Mockingbird. It's one of my favourite books. It made everything that happened to me seem really insignificant compared to what happened to Boo Radley, Tom Robinson and Mayella Ewell. I think I love books so much because they live forever. They're infinite.

I have recognised one very important detail this year: no one notices the wallflower. Everyone will admire the beauty of a rose or a lily when they see it. They will take a second glance at a daffodil whose petals can light up anyone's day. But the wallflowers, like me, will never be as vibrant or as appreciated as the roses, lilies and daffodils. No, we're not here to be beautiful. We're here to make everything else seem beautiful. I guess the perks of being a wallflower are that no one will be hurt when you leave.

So Friend, this will be my final letter to you, as I have to talk with my Aunt Helen, I need to talk to Michael. There's a lot of unfinished business waiting for me up there, and it seems like now is the only chance I will have to leave without leaving scars. There is blood dripping over the paper now and the words are getting smudged into one gelatinous slur. Remember, Friend, that you deserve so much, so don't accept the love that isn't good enough for you.

I am infinite.


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