I just finished a book called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Borrowed this from huiwen!

And i like this book!

"When i was driving home, I just thought about the word "special." And i thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was grateful to have heard it again. Because i guess we all forget sometimes. And i think that everyone is special in their own way. "

I kind of like this paragraph. We're all special in our own ways but somehow, many things just cover that. Slowly, we tend to forget that about everyone. We perceive people by their ability to do things, and when they can't, we think that they're just useless.

Another part which i like.

"I was looking at old photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories."

NICE!