i scold myself - if only i listened and did what i intended i would not be in this situation.

i dread to myself - as long as i know where my wallet keys and phone are at i have nothing to worry about.

now look at how i poo myself - my wallet is broke, literally broke. one of the two straps on the inside that held it together busted and it is practically useless. even more so seeing as how there is nothing to put in it.

now crooked at how i view myself - my keys have been re_turned to there rightful owners.

now shook at how i poo myself - my phone is dead. not just dead. but dead. there is nothing to take out of my wallet to bring it back to life.

not good how i dread i screwed my health - i know i never should've said what i told myself