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Thanks to Web 2.0, I've known about how friends I used to have are now apparently fulfilling their dreams, which I find lame and despicable but in any case they became what they wanted. I see that and I can't avoid feeling defeated; I was supposed to have talent and brains; I should've been somebody, but I'm not; all I have is melancholy and grudges and my very best prospect is to get a mundane commodity to fund my otaku interests as I, rather than live, kill time watching life and thinking until dying anonymously. I should be ok with it; I convinced myself I was ok with it; but apparently I'm not. Yet I couldn't possibly go back to that now disgusting normal world and its sense of happiness. I keep telling myself that I belong to the future: that I'm heading towards a brave new world which I, as I am and they're not, will have the privileged opportunity to partake in; but all in all I just got old, bitter and lonely. I have nothing to be proud of. I have no peers to call equal, not even in the vast web. I do live as I chose to, but only as far as my increasingly narrow options allow it. I'm always haunted by the ghost of doubt; because: what if I'm wrong? what if all this was a stupid mistake that I'll pay with my life for? what if it's all a total waste? what if, after all, I do not want to be a ghost? Nothing of this should bother me, since my life is just another one within millions and certainly has no special value... but, again, what if it could?
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