"I don't see what's not to get here" he put big emphasis on the -not-

You were both sitting at the floor of your room across eachother, windows closed and the fan directly on both of you as it was the peak of summer. Your materials were scattered around as you'd both been sharing your poems to eachother "My point is, if someone can't love themselves they can't love someone else! They can't extend that feeling to the other, your writing makes no sense for that simple reason" You two were the only members of the newest club by Max himself, the Literature one, which he'd been surprised when he noticed there was none yet – it wasn't a surprise you were the only one there, Max was a harsh critic and not many could support him even in the daily