I am too drained.
This time, while the body is trying its best to recuperate at a steady state, the emotions and mental exhaustion is just getting the best of me.

It is not a good time to blog though there is a lot of things to say.
Problem is, everything may just end up nasty.

Ooooooo.. I can indeed be mercilessly nasty in wonderfully crafted language.
A balance isn't it?

But I'd rather have the readers remember me as a sultry sweet blogger though I think it might just burst anyway.
Let's hope I can contain it within four walls despite me wondering how long I can prolong this.

I am a just dormant volcano who does not experience middle-child syndrome.

Trust me, I am just a dormant volcano.
A borned being with middle child syndrome will always get away from all sorts of responsibilities.
Probably ate up her dad's money.
Whine all day cos she doesn't get money to shop. Or at least charge her supplementary cards till the limit.
Create a mess out of anything and everything in the house.
Complains that no one loves her.
Seek companionship from outside the house.
A house will never be her home.
Insists on staying with whoever she wishes.

I do not suffer from any of the above symptoms.
Which goes to show that probably the one who is troubled is not me.

I hate it when people think I have that syndrome.
That is what I would call a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Truth is, long ago, God made me learn the hard way to wake me up.

I am glad I did, rather than put myself into believing something which is not real.
Alhamdulillah.