My unwillingness to write a blog post for 5 days now speaks volumes. At the end of the day I lose track of things and I think of writing a post but never do. I’ve neglected people that I care about and I don’t know how I can make things right. I’ve reunited with someone who I really cared a lot about once. It’s taken a lot of courage to open my heart to them again and I’m not sure whether it was the best choice but I trust my instincts and Gods plan. Well and truly I don’t know whether my heart is ready for such a confusing relationship but I’ll continue to firm my feelings as I’m not ready to fully share them. I have grown a lot but there is still room for more growth. I’m not in any sense of the imagination the finished article and I suppose life would be boring if I was. My imperfections make me human, but they make me undesirable. I haven’t bloomed into a good version of myself yet, and I hope that happens soon because I hate looking in the mirror and seeing utter painful mediocrity. These past few days have taught me a lot, but the future is uncertain and scary. I’ll be totally honest when I say I’m terrified for the week ahead. God is my witness as I trudge through the mental torture I will surely endeavour over the next few days.