Reality is Dystopia

If I could somehow go back to my home town and not have to see any of my friends, that would be incredible. Having to see how everyone is probably exactly the same and be reminded how much about so many people I simply don't care about, is a thought that depresses my entire being. All I want to do is continue to explore and be purposefully and perpetually isolated from people. Having to leave this beautiful mindset and return to the dystopia that is my other life is a reality I cannot and refuse to cope with at the moment. I realize writing this is perhaps haste honesty, but I desperately don't want to see any of the people who knew me before this trip. I couldn't be more certain about that. I've become far too comfortable being away from them and I wish to never re-experience my previous self. A return home is an ideological death befitting a person with rugged and tougher mental stamina than I. Considering the resulting subsequence is staggering and borderline torturous, as I imagine the reality of the matter will be in three days.