Cog

So in the end i confessed to him.
Being rejected politely was part of what I had predicted… 

I cried. Not because of his words but because i managed to tell what i had been thinking for months even if i knew it’d be a failure.

Something broken started to move again.

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Umpteenth attempt to keep a blog.
This time I need to succeed, though.

Won’t tell anyone I know this is my blog, for I’ll write stuff I can’t just let my friends know.
Nothing big, maybe will be a bunch of meaningless rants.

I want to be free in this place, want to be able to write without having to hold back.

Grace.