Who was that Girl ???
I haven’t had any reason to write in a while. I’m in this weird, content state of indifference. Stable. A down-to-earth, “dumb” state of ‘happiness’. I don’t really have anything to complain about. Passion? I’m not passionate anymore. What’s fucked up is that I don’t care that I’m not passionate anymore. Maybe I was never passionate in the first place. Maybe all these years my pretentiousness & ego got the best of me and blinded me from what I really am: a Business Guy I mean i don't have a fancy list of accomplishments but i have done some things. Sometimes my pompous, irrational ego gets the best of me and I think of myself as this suffering artist with all this passion. Its like everyone’s got a plan until they get punched in the face right !? Also, I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and have a completely new, perspective on all of this passion thing. Now coming onto the title of the post I have a lot of extra aimless and senseless material which is of no use, i will be t