When I am genuinely happy (and that doesn't happen too much these days, but saying that gives more weight to this review, so what the hell) I tend to smile like a retard while walking insanely fast. Embarrassingly enough, I had been doing those exact two things five hours ago when I walked out of the cinema that housed the movie adaptation of Perks of Being a Wallflower. Sappy, I know, but when you've "blogged" (the frequency of my entries does not make me a real blogger, ha ha) for a long time you realize that writing honestly makes things much easier. And I am sentimental by nature, even if I constantly try to look like Jessica Zafra.
I must embarrass my friends a lot.
I must embarrass my friends a lot.