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"How do daydreams transfer into reality? I sigh. Not very well, not very often"
This is a personal blog for me to process things in my life, or simply use as an online scrapbook to show what's on my mind. I do not promote any dangerous behaviour I may write about, this is all just a venting place.

I told myself I wouldn’t do this but this is the entire point of this blog right? To vent? That’s why I have this side blog, so that I can do whatever I want without the people I know reading it like on y main tumblr.

Why am I even explaining myself? Why do i not feel entitled to my own little quiet space. 

(Things would be cooler if I had no followers)

((I may password protect))

But I have a crush. Or an infatuation. Or whatever you want to call it.

His name is Mohammed and he studies politics and international relations, and used to be a communist but he decided to focus more on religion, but, even if he doesn’t want to admit it, some of his views are still very, well, communist-y.

He’s handsome and dresses well and has the nicest accent.

He wants to become a professor of politics so that he can teach people that our current system doesn’t work, and that governments today are bullshit.

I think he may want to do this in Cuba. Which imo is a bit too idealistic (I’ve always heard - from Cubans- that Cuba is a shit hhole with very nice people).

He barely knows I exist. I think. Or maybe now he does.

Things would be better if I wasn’t so shy, and quiet, and anxious, and soft-spoken.