Only Shallow

Hmm. What I meant about Panggilan meaning nothing to me was that it was fictional. It's suppose to be the other way around. Not like this. You find a purpose than only you pursue. Not likewise. Then you realized that something that you crafted has affected those who are close to you. They see it as their plot. You as their storyteller to their bedtime nightnmares. Sooner or later you'll feel that you're a fake. A foolish flake. Arhhhh!! If only someone understands my case. Who will? Somehow in this hazy moments I seem to be loosing my grip on everything. I reckon I'm only steps away from loosing my sanity. Is this me? Is this the real me? Am I this hollow? Everything that I try to grasp tends to get further out of my reach with each step that I take. Maybe my time here is due after all. I'm done.
Well, just shade the gray and put on a happy facade. At least it does ease the pain. Little by little....