I wish I had some sort of weird outlet, like a secret blog or meme page where I could get attention from strangers. There are so many options, really. I could have a FetLife page where I had thousands of friends and pretended to be a Texan dominatrix, or an angsty Tumblr where people are obsessed with my aesthetics posts and offer sympathy for my vague complaints about minor personal injustices. Or I could have a meme page where I post a bunch of stupid shit and be obnoxious and say things that make people mad but they can't do anything because they don't know who I am.
The problem is I have no idea how to get popular on the internet, and I don't have the energy to create a persona. The real me will always slip through.
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