the third one in a day..
i think i'll have definitely have a heart attack by tomorrow..



fuck,

my life's gonna screw up in about another 2 weeks and here i m
watching harold and kumar escape from guantanamo bay...

as funny and ironical as it seems...there is more than just the opposite in it..
the emotions dont convey anything...



City of Fallen Angels
Cetra

Tell me the world holds answers for me; I need to know (to know)
Lost and trailing behind I know; I’ve lost my mind (my mind)
Here in the city of fallen angels; I feel alone (alone)
Will my journey end here I need to know

Trust isn’t shared but often abused
Trust isn’t shared but often abused
Will I have to put up with the loss of my mind, my mind, my mind…?

Knowing the battle has just begun; my story starts here (starts here)
Holding, I struggle within myself; the battle is near (near)
All truth lies behind closed doors; I must push on (push on)
Once again the battle wages on and on and on…

Trust isn’t shared but often abused
Trust isn’t shared but often abused
If I had the choice to stop I would, I would, I will

NO…Trust isn’t shared but often abused
Trust isn’t shared but often abused
And if I had the choice to stop I would, I would, I will




somebody help me...i m giving myself..
i dont want to..

please help me...
i m sinking....in my doubts...
doubts that shouldnt have raised at this moment...

never expected it like this..

the end is really becoming the end...

and then therewould be nothing after the aggressive and agitated full stop....nothing..
blank..
white...
not even a scratch...












F U









sandesh