Since young I've always had a knack for taking things apart but not so much putting them back together though, except when it came to lego.. I would always wonder, what's inside.. hey what's inside that clock.. what's inside the television, what makes it tick.. how does it work.. fortunately it never came to a point where I had dissect my television..

I'd like to understand the basis of how everything works, though it drives me crazy sometimes.. The hardest yet is when I look upon myself. How do I work. how does the human mind, heart and soul work..

and when I think of this, it's like my mind runs into an infinite loop.. going circles and circles which only leads to me, once again.. starring blank outside the window feelin shitty..

I sometimes think I must get a certain joy out of sabotaging my own life.