letters to Juliet made me reflect on my life, my regrets, my fears. Also my opportunities, my experiences and adventures.

I mutter the serenity prayer under my breath and fingers and toes crossed that when I see you, I can. What and if. 2 very simple words, but when put together could haunt you for eternity. "What if?"

i believe in a time and place, in design and a dash of fate. And hope to relinquish my fears to trust fervently. Yet many times, these feeling elude me and I am left in a strand.

though I would agree that things have turned for the better, and many a thanks to wonderful people who might not care if I exist, people that I crave to know and understand and seek understanding. Things that I will not ever be able to request for. mush lest receive.

will saying it really help. will letting others know how I feel make any difference.

I have this worry that I may self destruct. I feel it bubbling to the surface.