when things started to fuck up

you just can't keep them back to the right track, isn't?

don't worry, i'm ok, just getting myself imprisoned...for the guilt i committed...

by the way, the call that i've been expecting finally reached me. but weird, i'm not happy, instead i burst into tears, driving with tears blurring my sights... funny eh? i think i need time to find myself... back...
again, don't worry, disguising myself has been a real talent in me after i started to work in the industry, so i'll be good. i'll be fine. at least, i'll look like one.