"The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky.
This is a little snippet from Goodreads.
"Charlie is a freshmen. And while he's not the biggest geek in the school, he is by no means popular. Shy, introspective, intelligent beyond his years yet socially awkward, he is a wallflower, caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it.
Charlie is attempting to navigate his way through uncharted territory: the world of first dates and mix tapes, family dramas and new friends; the world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite. But he can't stay on the sideline forever. Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a deeply affecting coming-of-age story that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller-coaster days known as growing up."
I don't know what it was about Perks that just set me off and made me absolutely miserable from how truthful it is. I think it's 'cos I've had same experiences like Charlie had. I've been the introvert Wallflower that snugs to the walls and corners of the room at parties, I've been the centre of attention because everyone knew that I was quiet compared to everyone else. I've been the friend that is just so openly honest and wears my heart on my sleeve and has those friend closest to you have fights, misunderstanding, etc, and inevitably separate. I have never connected and felt so close to a character before Charlie. Charlie is the type of character that you want to wrap in a snuggly warm blanket, to give them a hot chocolate, and to whisper encouraging things to them to hope that everything will be okay for them...to give them hope. The first time I read it, it was a loan from Mara. I remember reading it through the night, and just tearing up and aching for Charlie. I really empathised with him, and knew exactly the things he felt. This book is depressing in a melancholy way, and hits the parts of my childhood/teen years that sometimes I don't like repeating to myself.