Upon reading other people's blog and tumblr, a little jealousy has manifested through the frown of my own face. They're so passionate about what they do. Passionate towards beauty, the designs of buildings, football, vehicles, money, animals, etc. I don't think I'm passionate about anything. That's sad. I'm a woman of no passion therefore I have no principal or motive to act. Does this fact make me uninteresting, plain, empty, useless, mediocre? I don't know.
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