wish i had symbols as a font

I look at these people that surround me, and I don't fit in. I'm not a cutter, not boycrazy, not obbsessive, not worried about my looks, not this not that, so as I eleminate things down the page, what is there left to be? I will always succume to my art, that's for sure, but what about other things? What is right for me? I will never know. That's one thing I see. So I begin a metropolition quest next year among 40,000 kids trying to strive for me. A man at my chruch made the offhand comment once that I really just don't fit into any mold. I find offhand comments are usually the right ones. They aren't hindered by excess thought or emotion. They do not lie in solitude molding for a set period of time in the back of your mind while you try to check it's varity. But this one did, after I heard it, and unfortunatly, it's right. But there's some comfort, even while sacraficing individuallity, in fitting in a mold. There are other people who are also in your mold. It is never lonely, like it is when you are unique. It's such a civil war. Those who fit in stive to stand out, those who stand out all there lives strive to fit in. It's the feeling that something's missing or wrong that drives us. But will we ever find it? what would happen if it did? would life cese to be exciting, and just be a happy utopia bore?