Every time I write. It doesn’t make sense. What I write doesn’t make sense.

I write to understand my feelings, and my emotions. I blabber out everything that’s in my head. Sentences wouldn’t connect, and my words wouldn’t make sense. But I still write.

But after I’m done writing, I don’t know how but, everything starts to connect. Like every word was supposed to be where I first wrote it.

Everything starts to make sense. Like Steve Jobs said, “You have to believe that the dots will connect”.

Words have always helped me understand myself. I hope you find something that’ll make you understand your feelings.

Live a little:)