Waiting for the train and get to know you neighbour

I love have my own space. I feel like I'm waiting for the train that will take me to my next stop. Yet it's still hasn't arrived. I have my bags packed and yet the train still isn't coming. I've sort of started to separate from things. Either its from boredom or that it's just that people who I connect with aren't in town at the moment. I'm no good at just talking about simplistic things. I like topics that often have a bit of meat to the conversation. Also that tells you something about a person. Often people don't like to tell you stuff about themselves ... I'm not sure. It might be cause they are not willing to invest or take a risk. Which shows that they really are not truly being real. Shallow people and I don't usually connect they find me too threatening or maybe too strong and opinionate. I guess I was just raised to and found out that I like being me and yet people don't always get that. I talk too much to complete strangers due to loneliness. Last time I just laid out my feelings I had someone be really harsh in return I just needed somewhere to just express how I was feeling. So I really like this blog where I can just write down my thoughts.