(I'm pretty much Patrick in this situation.)
Patrick's POV
I sat in my room listening to "piano man," by Billy Joel on repeat. I ended up crying. I don't know how it started or how I could stop.
I texted the boy I like asking if he ever randomly gets sad. He told me "not really, why?" Then I explained my situation and he felt bad. I didn't want him worrying but he did anyway.
I changed the song to "words fail," from Dear Evan Hansen the musical. I cried really hard. I realized that there is something wrong with me but I'll never know what it is.
I'll probably be asked by the boy I like tomorrow if I'm okay and I will tell him I'm fine but I'm really not. Am I ever fine? Will I ever be fine?
Out of everyone I chose to text him knowing that he will question me. At least he cares. At least someone cares.
So pretty much to some up how I'm feeling. I actually texted the boy I like about my emotions and asked if it was normal. From Patrick's POV the boy he likes will probably be Pete.
Anyway I'm writing more things right now. I'm still writing the thing I've been writing for the last month.
Anyway, that was pretty much my last 2 hours put into 200 hundred words.
Have a good day/night/afternoon where ever you are
