feeling; upset

my lungs are choked up by the morning air.

i am sad. with no valid reasons.
i need more time. give me more.
pieces of me; are scattered; i need to pick it up

yesterdae a great feast; enjoyable though...
i cant help it; i strongly detest what i saw in that square box of urs
i cant help being petty;
guilty; of whatever it seems to be
why should i be bothered. i never know why.

i start to feel inferior. i see no goodness in me.

i cant help being unreasonable; to make it seems fair
i cant help talking to myself;
leave me;

becos i'm collapsing