I stopped for a second then keep on. Everyone seemed to be moving fast and now that I thought, I was too. Moving just moving. Keep moving, moving. The lights were a blur as I fast walk down the hall. I thought if I kept walking my thoughts about what I was doing would fall behind. I board a plane to New York. Everything still a blur and I keep the thought that I left out him out. No tears, not in public. I turn on my iPod to Linkin Park and close my eyes. I hate planes and I hate this. I fastened my seat belt and prepared for the ride. I hope that my feelings will stay behind me. I am on my home and hope to see my old friends again. The ones back from high school. I can still picture them faintly in my mind. Maybe they can help me threw this. It has been a couple of years since I left my hometown in New York. It was a small one so everyone was close. Can’t wait to come home.