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I'm sure I will grow bored of online places at some point, I consider most of them pretty hollow as well, but you know, when you make a post and check on the page to see if anybody replied you, this is quite a feeling. Often I find myself disappointed in people, when I'm on the internet. Sometimes I find myself disappointed in myself, but this is nothing compared to that kind of boredom I experience in reality lately. Now to clarify, I don't find reality explicitly boring, it's just the conditions I'm living in. And I don't know what is better.
And the social aspect, putting aside all the ibs and forums, which is not even the most the internet has to offer, it's friends that make me feel much more welcome than anywhere else. I don't have many friends in reality, I cannot make any, if I do it's all gonna be doubtful and uncertain. I have just a bunch of friends online, but they are so great I can't express how much do I love them.
It all could be just a result of an unfortunate set of conditions, such as being a neurodivergent teen in a rural area without much future to be seen ahead of me. I feel like I could even find a mere purpose at least on the internet, but I'm not really getting anywhere much. In fact, whatever I'm saying here probably sounds like a non-issue, maybe it is a non-issue, likely it is a non-issue, it's just that my room and my online persona with some vague facade means so much to me I come to thinking that I should've achieved more than I actually did.
I still have plenty time to achieve more, I might actually be just sad and blue out of nothing, when this happens life seems miserable, people say it's normal to feel like shit sometimes, but uhh. why do I feel like shit most of the times? I thought you should feel like shit for a bit, and then everything's good again, but in my case it's just some exhausting loop of feeling like shit, thinking that you're feeling better and suddenly feeling like shit again. the worst thing is that in this case, I cannot exactly hide on the internet, even though I do. It helps to not think about it sometimes, but often serves as another reason to think that my life is over because I spent too much time reading about all the wrong shit that won't help me in life.
Perhaps, it could be some untreated and undiagnosed shit I could get fixed with psychiatrist. Maybe, it could be some hormonal regulation going on, I'm still a teenager, after all. It could be anything, and I don't even really care what exactly causes me to feel like that and cope by dissociating in the internet, I just would like to know, will it fucking end or what?