Last weekend I went to Singapore to shop... Now I'm broke!
I've sacrificed so much for something that I don't know where it's heading to. I'm doing things that I don't believe in... In the name of Love. In the process, I've killed something in me that made me a writer just to satisfy other people's ego. Now, there is a void inside me.
I feel empty.
Now, even when I'm writing, I don't feel the passion anymore. It's all mechanical now.