I told him. I told him how I felt. Over text, I know very 7th grade. He was nice, he was so nice. He was eloquent and sensitive. He wants us to be friends. He wants me to have a great summer. He was so nice. That’s all I can think about how nice he was. It was almost shocking how nice he was. I didn’t know people could be that nice when telling you something that you… just don’t want to hear. I watched the breakfast club it’s my go to for sadness (or happiness, or nervousness, or excitement, ect). Right now I want to write poetry on my type writer, but I can’t because I need more ribbon. I feel a little frazzled but I’m okay. I’m glad I told him. I’m okay. If I say it enough it might be true.