Hit the road.

It's been a long time since I've written here.
School has consumed my life.
But tonight is different, tonight I will write again.
And here it goes.

I will never set out my thoughts with lies on paper.
It's thoughts on paper, not lies on paper.
Everyone is telling me that tonight is cold, but tonight is not cold for me.
I can hardly feel anything at all anymore. I've blocked every memory, every emotion you ever gave me. And warmth was one of them.
The flame in my heart has grown cold for a while now.
I'm so used to it, it's a part of me.
Sometimes i'll be gone and you won't even notice.
I may seem heartless to some people, but I'm really not. I've just learned to build a bridge and get over things very quickly.
I no longer hover over useless things. I'm not wasting my time. I don't worry.
I just live, well at least I try to. I don't expect anything, because it always leads to disappointment. My expectations are quite high and they won't be met by some. So I just take it as it comes. No this, not that, no nothing. Just me.
It drags me with the flow. I can't breath, but I don't really care.
Nothing really matters, just the silence. The cold air blowing through my hair, the sunshine on my face and the silence.