via dakoz

I find a strange comfort in blogging. I can't exactly pinpoint why. Maybe it's because I can discreetly express myself and not feel as if I'm judged. And even if I was being judged, it's not exactly a damn I would give. 

With age comes responsibility. We all know that. 

I find it hard to abide by it. To embody a living example to my siblings. They don't know I struggle every day.

I find it hard to dwell in. To symbolize a head. Where everyone else feels like they can slack off because they know you can't help but pick up after their shit.

Shit. 

I just want to get lost now. And I don't want to be found, because I'd like to emerge when I feel like it.