Feeling off

For some reason, I can’t accept the fact that nobody will ever understand me. I know that I have people with me and around me, but I feel so alone, but not alone at the same time it’s easy to have the comfort of my loneliness and solitude. I enjoy it. But it gets boring thinking about how I don’t have any form of romantic interest in someone or a hobby that I’m genuinely interested in or anything that genuinely keeps me going. My mind goes but yet my body seems exhausted?  I can’t have the feeling of boredom when with my thoughts. Every facial expression and remark others make when in a room or are with people are always fascinating. I notice others thinking similar but never seem to find the right words to explain it to them too. I can’t help but think my only purpose is to go to school and be with friends. I want to do more than that yet I can’t seem to do even the simplest of tasks when told to. I hate the way lies are spread so easily yet people can’t believe the truth when it’s told. They’ll believe one side bcz it seems better or more likely but never care to hear the real truth or what the other person has to say. Why can only one be right? Why not both? Why not neither? People shouldn’t have to be scared of the fact that we don’t know everything or that not everything they think they know is correct. It’s ok to not know and questioning is better than being terrified of what you don’t know or simply excepting one answer.