"breathe in, breathe out, breathe in and breathe out again. you'll feel better that way."

yea, how true is that. it's not that i'm suffocating, grapsing for air or having breathing difficulty. what's with that breathing in and out when you're feeling stress or unhappy? it didnt work on me, please.

no, reading didnt work. the more i read, the more vexed i feel. no, blasting those songs didnt work either. the more i listen, the more i realised that the mind is entangled with words that are putting me down. can i cry? what's with that again?

what's with the bleed i'm having within? they're just words. those are just words which can be ignored. why cant i just hear only the good things? why cant i put them aside instead of having them twirling non-stop in that stupid pea-sized brain of mine.

what's with the suppression, depression and mortification? why do i feel so drained?

no, it's not regarding kinship nor relationship nor studies nor monetary affairs. it's about me, myself, the external factors, the environment, the people, the man, the lady, the guy and the girl. why cant i just handle it well?

blame it on my low EQ and big ego. shut the fuck up.

count from 1 to 10. close your eyes, breathe in hard, let everything go back to place.

in the eyes of these people, i'm that small, that insignificant. am i really that incompetent? i need to let it out. the bottle is cracking, the brain is down, the heart is dead, the soul is dispersed into thin air.

shut the fuck'd up please. you people will be doing me good.

can i cry? i dont wanna put on that brave front anymore.