Disillusioned

What was the point of this? These things are so boring. I have been cured of my discord, almost. Almost. It's more that I feel like I'm infecting and changing my interests to fashion and clothing. This does exist in the same area as discord though. I would prefer if I could keep it anonymous somehow, and this definitely is (or at least is supposed to be), but I mean completely anonymous, i.e. without any name at all, even internet ones. But no one would read it, and that's not something I completely mind, but then at that point why am I putting this online in the first place? This was how I felt before so I only wrote to myself in real life journals or text documents, but somehow it still feels different to put it online. Suddenly I don't want to use discord at all. But I don't want to be completely alone, not yet. So I think I will try to treat this as some kind of scaffolding.

In some ways I think discord was a good thing, like previously my desires to talk and so on were all spread out like sand suspended in water, but discord grouped them all together. It was like using spiders to kill a colony of ants then killing the spiders.