Shoot me Down and Tell me something I don't know

It it weird when your bus driver tells you that you remind her of herself? Yeah I thought so too. Gosh I can see how I reminded her. She said I was a loner. I said by choice, and then she went on to say that she went to prom with her cousin. Okay, nothing is wrong with that, I mean I have a really cool cousin, but is that the path I'm heading down?
To make it better I guess, she said that I may in fact be better off being a loner considering that a considerable amount of my peers of are immature, but that really an excuse for being somewhat socially inept. I guess it just happened, mostly by choice. But somewhere after the hard times of elementary, I just stopped trying to include myself amongst the masses. I mean even then it is obvious that I would never exactly fit in with them. I don't know why, but very few people seem to be able to comprehend the mess that is Hope and I appreciate those that do. But it's very unfortunate for them because they are essentially all I will have as my high school years come to a close. No memories of being the Queen or being surrounded by masses of people, but more so with the uncomfortable glances in my directions when I wear the things I make or do something completely bizarre. No, I am not of the high school years, I am an entity all to myself, but why does it seems like I am missing out on something. I guess it feels like these different circles of people are moving together toward the pursuit of maturity, and the finding of goals, while I am like the chick in the corner dancing to the music in her MP3 while the PA is blaring hip hop. Maybe I just wasn't built with the necessity of the High School years, but yet I find myself in the halls everyday, looking around and shaking my head in agony wondering when I can escape to that remote Nature-filled Liberal Arts college in Wisconsin. *sigh*
*Disclaimer: I am not complaining just venting*
I got a comment a while back that was totally psychoanalyzing me wrong talking about how I make life miserable for myself. But I disagree, I have a right to bitch sometimes, I have had some horrible moments but if that person was to know me, she'd hardly believe that most of the stuff I type is even true. Cause if she hadn't noticed my blog is the stuff I think everyday, but don't say for fear of further polluting the Earth with useless things. So I type it here, I leave it here, and I go off to try to be a better person than I believe myself to be.