The only real friend I thought I had I've finally figured out that we barely have anything in common - the main thing, I guess, being my sister who is his sort of girlfriend. But I can't really talk to him about anything that matters to me, especially about the issues with my life. Not to mention that he disappears for months at a time (both physically and virtually), whenever my sister isn't also around.

The only person who concerns herself with my wellbeing is my mother, but we also have no common interests, and when she means well, she at best annoys me and at worst drives me crazy. It's weird that I appreciate that, because without her I'd have no real human contact whatsoever, but I would prefer anything else.

And my sister - we barely communicate. She decided to betray my trust and also snap our connection at the worst time in my life - well, the period that's kind of continuing up to this point.

I suppose that's what therapists are for. But I think the chance of me getting one is about as much as a real friend.

So, as usual, a last resort - writing this.

Or maybe that's the only thing possible. Because my problems don't change, so it kind of stops feeling worth it talking about them with the same person. And the internet kind of offers new sets of eyes, at least potentially. Which is not to say that they are likely to bring new solutions, but I feel less bad about bringing up the same problems.