Faith, Fated.

It's 2am in the morning. Just wanted to take my mind off things. I'm well aware that SPM is in less than a month. Just wasting a few minutes okay?

I can't help but just to tear up whenever I look at the photos and remembering everything that I thought was possible to happen. I had faith. Although I'm known to be negative all the time. I actually had faith. I Wanted to believe that it's possible. I thought for once in a while, hoping and actually visioning a typical Disney ending to happen won't hurt. You know, somehow seeing everyone and I do mean Everyone's faces all glued with a sincere smile, happy faces, laughs with Nothing to spoil their (& mine) mood. I know it's impossible to stay Happy 24/7, just that I want the I-want-to-be-satisfied-with-my-life feeling. But who am I kidding.

Like I said.
I had faith.
The faith is no longer there.

God is Almighty. He's able to fix things.

Now now, this post has nothing to do with SPM.
But I am scared though.
& worried.

Nevermind, everything happens for a reason.
There must be a reason why I'm feeling like this at this exact moment & a reason why am I in this situation.

Goodnight.