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>What prompted this?
A combination of things. At that point I was already going through periods of inactivity before quitting completely.
Mostly because of anxiety and sadness caused by feeling like I don't belong anywhere, being unable to relate to anything and anyone... and maybe most importantly being unable to communicate, to clearly express my thoughts and feelings, and through this to try to find some sense of connection and understanding.
I thought I too often gave in to this temptation of writing convoluted personal blog shit (like I'm doing right now, god damn it) knowing that many would find it annoying.
That guilt is bad enough on its own but I also stress out for hours while struggling with English and trying to compose something comprehensible, often to delete all of it before posting anyway.
So, then there was a conversation about what kinds of posts and posters are harmful to the site, and while reading it I concluded that I probably was one of the bad users.
Of course my influence was practically insignificant, but I thought it was still detrimental no matter how small.
I figured the single best thing I could do for the communities I valued so much would be to just go away.
I hoped this decision would be a right thing to do, that it was for the good of the endangered world of small imageboards not dominated by normals, and that because of this I'd get some solace and a little strength to help me endure my seclusion.
So I said my goodbyes and left.
In the end I swapped one pain for another, it really feels like I excised a chunk of myself and found nothing that could take its place.
>Is the reason you avoid the medium to attempt to avoid bringing up those feelings, and if so to what end?
Yes, because I was desperate to stop feeling so bad.
What hits me the hardest is the contrast between how I'd want the world to be and the knowledge of how it really is.
The things I want most are the hardest for me to admit. I always dreamed of, yearned for love, friendship, belonging, being able to make people know and understand me completely and to still be accepted, stuff like this. Even typing this made me cringe with shame and embarrassment.
The older I get the more I want all of it, the more I wish for another life, the more I mourn for the youth I never had... but the reality I experience and observe every day is so depressing and different from what I desire, it breaks my heart every day.
Everything I see, everything I'm part of are endless cycles of mutual abuse and misery. I too don't understand why people want to keep it this way, and I can't deal with it.
It's why I tried to suppress these feelings by isolating myself from anything that would remind me of what I desperately want deep inside.
I tried to kill these impossible dreams. It didn't work, obviously.
Now I'm here, clueless and out of the loop, having achieved nothing. Couldn't even keep my simple resolution.
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