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Jun. 18th, 2010 04:53 pmI'm wondering if it's even worth it to continue having an online presence.
I mean, nobody instant messages me. Nobody even notices if I'm online or not. Only a handful of people even comment on my journal. I'm wondering if I should just pack up the computer for the summer and spend my time doing more worthwile things. I mean, honestly, what do I even do online anymore? Check Facebook and play Frontierville? Run around on Second Life and be useless? I mean, I used to have a life on here. I used to have a reason to be on the computer. I had friends to talk to. Games to play. Stuff to do. But now, it seems like I'm standing in an abandoned building, the same person I was, and everyone else has left. Some friends just drifted away, which I can understand. Others, I take it, pulled away on their own for reasons I just don't understand, and blame myself for. (You know who you are, and you know it hurts that you're gone.)
Why am I even here anymore?
(Good lord, it sounds like I'm about to commit internet suicide. Maybe I am. I mean, honestly, in real life I feel fine. I have friends, I have stuff to do - it's just online, it feels like I'm throwing words into a black hole.)
I mean, nobody instant messages me. Nobody even notices if I'm online or not. Only a handful of people even comment on my journal. I'm wondering if I should just pack up the computer for the summer and spend my time doing more worthwile things. I mean, honestly, what do I even do online anymore? Check Facebook and play Frontierville? Run around on Second Life and be useless? I mean, I used to have a life on here. I used to have a reason to be on the computer. I had friends to talk to. Games to play. Stuff to do. But now, it seems like I'm standing in an abandoned building, the same person I was, and everyone else has left. Some friends just drifted away, which I can understand. Others, I take it, pulled away on their own for reasons I just don't understand, and blame myself for. (You know who you are, and you know it hurts that you're gone.)
Why am I even here anymore?
(Good lord, it sounds like I'm about to commit internet suicide. Maybe I am. I mean, honestly, in real life I feel fine. I have friends, I have stuff to do - it's just online, it feels like I'm throwing words into a black hole.)
