relic and reliquary

I put this in a private journal full of awful that I keep:

Little pockets of like-minded people on the internet have always been my life; it’s how I spent my teenage years and some of my twenties. Now, those pockets don’t exist — or I’m just incredibly bad at communication or being friends or everything. These have all dissolved into…whatever the world is now. I’ve been left behind.

That’s…the thing, I guess. The whole thing.