Uncomfortable

"I'm sick of this room, i'm tired of this floor. These window are walls, I don't live here no more.  I'm finished playing if your through keeping score.  I'm finished staying if your closing the door."

Why does this place feel so perfect and uncomfortable at the same time?
I don't feel like myself, I feel like I act and behave differently.  The people I used to be comfortable, I now have no words to share with.  We are on different pages....or more like I am on a different page, while everyone else is perfectly synchronized.
What happened between last spring and the fall?  And why do I have no desire to let anyone in on the inner workings of my brain?
Maybe I simply don't feel like letting people in that really aren't that concerned with whats going on anyways.  I wish I could figure out this odd anti-social phase i'm going through.

I am not even sad about it all is the strangest thing.  I am still happy and accomplishing things and loving life....just more by myself.  Maybe I would rather be content by myself than forcing myself to be funny and outgoing with people that don't care....or care about things that I don't care so much about.

I feel like a best friend would solve this problem flawlessly.