Just because we can't be friends doesn't mean that we aren't.

I would like to fancy that I'm getting addicted to a certain kind of sadness- fast becoming a way of my life. I've been reading Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood and the protagonist's straightforwardness makes me restless. Murakami fills page after page with such sincerity and ease, that it almost breaks my heart. He's not to blame though, hearts break too easily. My cellphone blips a name after a long time, conviction follows suit of my heart and drip drip drip. I'm turning into the kind of woman I didn't think I would.