i'm serious.. it felt tt way at tt time.. suddenly it was like, my memories of the years i've lived previously until then suddenly seemed so mystical and fragile, as if it nv existed.. almost as if everything i remembered was fake and non-existent.. my mind had went blank all of a sudden at tt moment.. the fact tt i was in the library studying, suddenly felt so real to me.. the contrast of how i felt in the "past" and "present" had really been a shock to me then..

tt had happened a few months after i broke up with him.. i guess it was in a way, literally returning to reality ba.. it was abt then tt i started getting detached to my imaginary world.. =( a few days ago, i realised what i've been doing after "coming back" to the real world..

it feels like i've been doing nothing but study, study and more studying.. besides the occasional going out with frens, it feels like there's nothing else in my life.. how could my life before returning seem so happy? i shld have been doing the same things: study and going out.. but it feels like, i had felt happier before, and aft tt time in the library, my life became so dull, even though my life's about the same: study, study, studying and the occasional going out..

well, if anything's changed, it's tt i guess after "returning", i juz keep thinking abt studies ba.. =x