A Willing Plane Ride From Utopia to Dystopia

I was about to send a tweet to all the people I know about this, but I figured that I'm only going to use twitter for happy, positive, funny things from now on so I will omit it from there and explain my thoughts here instead. The greatest part about being in Sydney is that I don't have to put up a facade in front of people. Everyone here seems to understand who I am and they respect that, hopefully, probably, maybe. The thing about going home that disappoints me the most is that I've been gone from that pretend self for so long that going back to these people and their pointless fucking conversations seems completely fruitless and a total waste of my time. When I get back home the only thing I'm going to want to do is leave immediately. I haven't seen anyone I know or care about in a little over three months and I honestly don't care. I could continue to live here forever and remain detached from everything and everyone and simply live my life. When I return home, I'm going to be content to simply listen to music, read books and talk to my parents and my one or two close friends. Everyone else is growing into these people that I just don't want anything do to with. When I return, my presence is going to be a novelty and a lot of people are going to pester me about being around. When they notice that I've grown even more indifferent about them and even more interested in my own business and the business of universal matters, they're going to do the same damn thing they've been doing for years: go talk to someone else and leave me standing in a crowded room, all by myself. At the beginning of this semester people were confused who I was and why I was this person who spent all of his time exploring this novel city by himself and yet they quickly grew accustomed to this because that is simply who I am. When I get home everyone is going to have their preconceived idea of me and they'll want that to continue. Basically I'm just going to want to avoid everyone because I don't want to see anyone. I want to see my brother, my mother, my father, and two of my friends at the most. To everyone else: Sorry, I'm busy ignoring your fake friendship.