Worst blog? I agree.

Part of me is afraid of my own future and part of me is on the edge waiting for the sun to rise; I'm feeling obligated to take care of every single blood relation even though I’m in the mud crying for help. Venting to free a promise to self and constantly being in a battle with self merely because I’m vivid in the dark, the irony, I’m recognised carrying words of remorse instead of being cherished for the good I carry.

I'm not picking sides, if you were to be in my shoes you’d also sit on the couch instead of sitting on the floor. One day this coffee is going to stop my heart but one day I’ll drink coffee without having to vent about my surroundings, a place of peace.

By far the worst blog I’ve ever written but by far the most anticipated.