I’m Okay

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.


2 thoughts on “I’m Okay

  1. Girl, I’ve been there and I want you to know that you did a very brave thing. And you will be okay. It’s not the fairytale outcome we all hope for but I’m proud of you for going after what you wanted. Give it some time and don’t be hard on yourself. Journal, Breakfast Club out, and treat yourself to a pedicure.

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