For much of my life, I have spent it on the internet. In the last few years, I got a bit sick of being a recluse and being depressed, so I decided to attempt to be normal. I made friends, I had social hobbies, I learned to have interesting conversations, I make myself look nice. For the first time in my life, people liked me.
But I missed it. I missed my online friends, the forumns, the inside jokes, the edgyness that people don't like to touch. The lockdown brought me back to my former days, reading manga and surfing through link after link. Chatting with strangers and drawing not for money, but just for fun.
I love to make content for this site, I feel whole doing so. Some people are mentally meant for this sort of thing. Imageboards are places where I can talk about keeping dead things in jars and spending 3 days watching an obscure cartoon not moving and drawing weird garbage all day without people thinking thats weird. I can talk about whatever. really, and no one takes in my image or identity.
It's good stuff, its not wasted at all, fren. I think I was meant for sites like these, and so were many people who come here.