Dots in my life

I wish I could connect the dots forward (instead of backwards) now and know why this happened to me.

Need to sleep. Xoxo to myself.

Breathe

Gotta believe that everything happens for a reason. Have some faith, I tell myself.

Wings to fly

Came up with an emo poem a few days after overtime at work. It goes:

Sometimes I look at the sky

and wonder how high I can fly

then I realized

I have no wings to dive in the sky

So emo I felt paiseh to share with others scare those who care worry about me. On the other hand I am proud of my poem writing skills HAHAHA. =P