I'm the rabbit

[verrucktkind]

God, that was depressing. I love books like that; the kind that have you almost in tears at the end, and you aren't totally sure why, because it's just a book made of ink and paper and binding, but you are anyway, and you don't want to finish that last page because that means that that's really the end and there's no way of changing it. Maybe that's why I have such a lovehate thing going over chapter fifty of Nabari. Who knows.

But, my god, that was depressing.

edit: UGH I over analyze all my posts waaay too much. Books are far from just paper and ink, don't take that bit too seriously. Thoughts aren't conveyed with words in my head, mostly just synapses and firings of neurons with no actual substance to any of it and what-have-you else, so I'm not that great with words. -crawls under a nearby rock-