It was rought morning but i felt a good ending

Has it ever occured that you woke up one day,
knowing that its gonna be a hell of a rough day.
You beg to differ, sayings its gonna be alright.

But when you realize that your facial hair needs shaving,
and the electric shaver is out of power, searching for a spare manual shaver,
and cut your chin instead. Apart from the small cut, how your trip to duty was delayed
by a 1 hour traffic jam, and by
the time you arrive in place of duty,
and court the person you admire and walked with for several time,
she told you "sorry, Im gay".
in addition, you get nasty emails when you're anxious and all
excited about what people are gonna say after you spread your word to the world by blog;
instead you get the anger, the degrading comments that put you up to the situation
where you thought that you really are a psycho and you did something wrong,
but in the other hand you are afraid, still is, that you offended and annoyed many people
after various and series of evaluation in your mind you decided to delete the post away,
thinking its the easiest way to restore calm. Yet you believe that you did nothing wrong
but simply wrote about a person you respect very well.

that was how crappy my morning till afteroon was.
the kind of event that forces you to light a cigarette,
and whilst done, says "i can use another cigarette".

out of expectation, the ending serves you well.
the very person that said shes a gay.
calls you back and gives you a devastating but
the kind of answer that you would leap in happiness
"id turn straight for you. dont walk away".

you start to shake, no matter how big the fear and dissapointment the
day has cause you. You jump in happiness, run around the field, sings
your favorite song, and decided to take another risk,

of saying your say to the world.
hereth cometh the blog post.

please, no nasty emails and comments this time

ciao,
magna.