I guess this is peace.

To not care if anyone knows how I'm doing. 

I have the urge to throw everything away again.

Ain't I too old for this shit now?

I want to be over him.
I need to be over him.

He's nothing but someone, something I'm trying to hang out to. 
He's not the one.
There's no such thing as the one.

The sooner I accept this, the sooner I'll be really living my life.