Feeling emo to the max now.

Sitting in my room in Copenhagen, and wondering. Reflecting. Time really does fly doesn't it? It was just 5 months ago that I came here with a heavy heart, not knowing what to expect. Everything was new then, everything was exciting. There were so much to look forward to. So much to expect.

And now, I'm packing my luggage. Taking down things that I slowly put up these past few months. Reminiscing on the days, weeks, months we spent here. It isn't easy to just pack up and go.

Or rather, I really don't want to leave yet.

There is never such a thing as enough, is there?


Had some dreams these past few days. Of me being back in Singapore. And to be honest, I'm dreading it. Dreading to go back to reality, studying like there's no tomorrow, sweating like a dog, and entering the no-day-no-night work life in the Big 4.

It is like a dream to be here. Right here, right now. It feels so.. Surreal. Just like any sweet dreams, you wouldn't want it to end. At least I wouldn't want it to end. Not yet.

Not yet.

But no matter how one tries to fight it, no matter how much I try to procrastinate and pray and hope that time will somehow take a break, it is just a hopeless battle.



I'm officially Emotionally Depressed.