"Do you blog?"

"Does anyone have a blog?" I was the only person who raised my hand.
"Yeah, I have one too. What's yours for?"
"Erm... Writing."
"What do you write?" I paused, stumbled over my words because I didn't really know how to answer.
"For writing down your feelings, getting them off your chest?"
I pulled a face, it sounded cringeworthy when he said it. "Sort of..."
He figured I didn't want to talk about it.
"Well..." He looked at the rest of the class, away from me to save me anymore embarrassment and awkwardness I think he could see I felt. "On mine, I write reviews. Reviews on films, books, television programmes, music, anything really."

There are very few people I know who I would want to read any of these things. I wouldn't want my family to, there are a few of my friends that I wouldn't mind if they read it, but for the majority I'd only have strangers read it. Strangers and him. If he actually cared.
I hope he cares.

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