What's Self Worth?

Sometimes, the air of faineance sweeps me over. Then I'd be drenched with the smog of uncertainties of my own self-worth. Where can I find solace, other than my thick bulk of soft sheets?

The harsh essence of reality is over-flavoring my broth of dreams. I wish to take flight but where do I fly to? All grass appear the same, and empty. 

I flipped through my ammo of motivations in times of distress but this smog is really blurring my visions. I see none in sight. I feel quite distraughted. 

They said good things start from the inside. What if there's no more good left?