It's already far after midnight and I just can't make myself sleep. Tomorrow morning I get back to work. I'm not thrilled about it of course, but I'm glad to have some kind of routine. If I don't have a routine, how would I break it? And that's exactly what I did last week - I broke my boring routine. I attended my favorite band's live show and I spent almost a week away from home and away from my life. I disconnected myself from everything and everyone and went to a trip. I visited my cousin in the north, and a friend of mine in the south. I can't put in words how much I enjoyed these days and the way in the road. My personality is not stable right now, and that's why I like to be always in move, no matter what is the direction. Exactly like the song - "To be in a move, so we don't freeze ourselves".

I have an unexplained will to talk to him, just talk. He has a new girlfriend, and saw them together yesterday, and of course I haven't enjoyed it, but I think I'm prettey much OK with that. I don't love him anymore and don't have any feelings for him, except the wish to talk to him like we did in the old days. I understood him perfectly, and I don't know if she can understand him the way I did. I hope she understands him, for his own good. I'm getting exhausted just thinking about opening myself to another person the way I've opened to him. That's why I guess I keep wanting to talk to him. I haven't talked openly with no one for a very very long time, except with my cousin. I wish I had someone to talk to.

"Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami is nominated, with no doubt, to be one of the best books I've ever read.

A peacefull week to all of us, and good night.