y ask me questions that i dont have answers to? y think of thoughts that tend to submerge me to numbness? reverting to lost ways? trying to find identity to shadows that lurk behind? y cant i just think straight? y cant i just let things go? my 'fake-ness' has the upper hand, may be its better that way?

i cough and it feels as if my lungs gona pop out or pop up inside :\

decending to splitting ways, corridors of life, leading one to another. door, exit from one place or entrance to another... doesnt matter cant find a door anyways. going around in circles. lol, gona end up 'dai ja vue'ing a 'dai ja vue'

electrical machines tomorrow, i hope it goes good. atleast break the decendence order :S