waiting for the right time to get a word in.

people..change. too drastically. well it depends on the person. but my closest friends have now become selfish immature idiots. i'm thinking i somehow grew up too fast. i mean, i can't "fit in" and even if i wanted to i couldn't because what people my age talk about is useless banter. gossip. stupid stories forgotten after the next rumor is told. it's all CRAP. people ask me why i don't talk much, well it's because i don't have anything of importance to say! but you can get me talking endlessly. it's not hard. get on a subject that i'm passionate about, and i will not stop talking. i'm shy, i'm confident. a contradiction all in one person. and more than one opposing subject, might i add. i want to move, far away to a place where the dynamic is different. where your social status isn't determined by your appearance or what freaking church you go to, but by the (of worth) words that flow out of your mouth and the things you do. kind actions towards people or smoking weed in the bathroom. first one please, i need all the brain cells i can spare. ;) shoot me. please someone. my life is a never ending hell. one thing explodes in my face one after another. keep em coming, boys. it's tearing me down, just like you schemed them to.