I always thought that everyone in a town, city, state, or country were all alike. They all fit into the same category and I don't mean stereo typical category, I mean much bigger than that. Everybody only cared about one certain thing. They were too close minded to think about anything else. It was all about that one thing. But there were always outcasts. The few that cared about something that really, truly mattered and that was getting out of this rat hole we call home. Those outcasts stay quiet, to themselves. They're the ones you can't actually split apart into stereo types. Because no matter how different they are, they're all alike. They all care about something bigger than the others. Those are the people who have their life planned for the best, or have an honest hobby that might help others out, or are honestly religious because they want to be not because they are forced or that's how they were raised. What other people would normally would call ridiculous, because they themselves had never thought to be that way. They're what normal people call perfect, until you really get to know them. Until you really think you know them. But you'll never know who they are. Because they know better than to let someone like you get to know them. I want to surround myself in those kind of people. Though I may not possess the same qualities as they, though I highly doubt because I'm not one of those people they'll let me in; I really want to be 'in.' In with them and all their friends. I want to spend my weekends doing acid with them because they say it will open my mind and during I'll find myself with new priorities. I want to be thrown into jail with them because we were caught. I want to laugh with them because after all that that I had been through, I finally understand what we were meant to do with our lives. Live free, die happy.