You may be totally right, this is a thought that I have had before. It is just so hard to figure this out! We are both rather quiet and introverted. We watch movies a lot, or cook, but there never seems to be enough time to really do something together, and lots of things come in between whenever we plan stuff together. His activities are mostly related to the club scene, his roommates and friends are in this scene and people we meet on the street greet him with his artist name. I have tried to talk about these things and suggested that it might be better if we both go our seperate ways. But somehow we couldn't go through with it. As stupid as it sounds, the fact that he doesn't want to let me go made it even harder than it was in the first place. I feel like a horrible person and a mean girlfriend because his career/hobby/whatever it is bothers me so much and makes me so uncomfortable. I just can't relate to the people and the music, and I am a little scared of the club scene with all the drugs and craziness there. Before I met him, I liked to go dancing and had fun at parties, but now clubs just make me sad. This sounds so crazy and awful.
What confuses me is that he says he doesn't really want all the fuss, and that he rather wants to spend more time with me. I have always found that it is okay for him to say what he wants, also if this means that his music is the main thing in his life. But he keeps saying that I am the most important thing/person in his life. That makes everything so much harder, and I really can't see how we are going to be living together and maybe have kids (or pets ) and be happy in our own individual ways. Gosh, this is awful.

The things you said, DarknessIsMyFriend, are really true. I just haven't found a way to cope with this yet! He has had his troubles in the past and is rather introverted and sensitive, and I love him for that. But sometimes it is just so painful when he shuts me out. Then this sweet and vulnerable side turns destructive, and I am looking for ways to deal with it and protect myself a little from this pain. I have always respected his need for space, but I also felt that I had to take care and not neglect my own needs over his.