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She was sad and depressed the whole day. Her friends managed to make her forget her sadness for a while. So, she laughed, she sang. She looked happy. She felt a bit happy too. But sometimes, she overreacted and became overly childish. And when she realized she was overreacted, she felt sad again; blaming herself for being so childish and immature. She didn't quite know what was wrong with her today.
After her friends went back home, she absorbed herself in her story book world. Imagining herself as Jasmin Field and lived in her cynical/idealistic world. She just loved to do that sometimes. Hiding from the bitterness of the reality by envisioning herself as one of the characters of her uncountable novels.
She felt hungry. She get off her bed, marking the page where she last read with a University-of-Oxford bookmark and left it on her desk. She ate with her beloved housemate, chatting and gossiping happily, finished her late night supper and went back to her room - her haven, her shelter, her asylum, her sanctuary.
She then sat for a while in front of her laptop and chatted with some friends. She asked a friend whom she was chatting with to give her a piece of advice about anything as she thought it might lift her spirit up or enlighten her mood or just ..just..hhmmm... She didn't really know why she needed the advice for. Anyway, her friend (maybe aware or maybe unaware of her being 'down') just told her 'Live life happily, and don't be sad'. With only that one simple sentence, she burst into tears. And again, for the umpteenth times that day, she felt lost and didn't understand what went wrong with herself.
So, she decided to hide again. Absorbing herself in her new character, Jasmin Field from the novel Acting Up, she loss herself once again...
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