The boy is a cheater it made me feel like I was a piece of gum under the table disgusting and nasty he made me feel like I ugly piece of trash another piece of trash, I was nice to you you were mean to me I love you but you do you say I love you you hate me, so I guess the boys are Jeter don’t trust nobody don’t love them for their luxe. I loved him, but he didn’t love me. I feel like you hate me. I love him and now he’s gone. We were in fifth grade and now we’re going in into sixth grade I don’t know I want to call him up he broke up with me because he didn’t like me. He thought I was ugly and fat. He said the only reason why he dated me is because he felt bad for me and I said I want to be your girlfriend but you didn’t want me to you could’ve just said no it would hurt less if you just said, I’m sorry I don’t like you, but fifth graders are rude and bullies. They hate me. I think I’m crazy. He hates me silly. Sounds like the booooooy ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cheaterrrrrrrrrrrrr