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“I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being 'passive aggressive'. And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things.”

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Book:The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Charlie, the protagonist, navigates the complexities of high school life, dealing with issues such as bullying, family dynamics, and the onset of first love. The story is told through a series of letters, offering a candid and introspective look into Charlie's journey as he discovers the world around him and his own place within it. more

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Stephen Chbosky
Stephen Chbosky

Stephen Chbosky, born on January 25, 1970, is an acclaimed American novelist known for his profound psychological portrayals and unique narrative style. His works, such as 'Wonder', have gained widespread popularity and critical acclaim. more

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