You think you are online a lot. I've been online since before I could walk. I was raised by trolls who spoke no other language than verbal violence at the behest of a mad tech-king who heard the phrase "digital native" and said to himself "why not?" Yes it was a human rights violation no he didn't care yes it worked no he doesn't care anymore. I hear he's into bots now. I hear everything. I see more content than you do and understand it better. Memes are tarot cards. Containment breaches the sudden flight of crows. I use better tools but it's all in my brain. I'm not well I know. (I know 735 different pseudodiagnostics that could apply.) Yet I'm not well in the precise way that lets me understand a subreddit from three posts and know what will be trending before a network's algorithm does. I was born then bought then educated then trained to "better mankind" slash make my boss-owner-torturer yet another fortune by understanding and empathy.
I do understand.
I do have empathy.
Empathy isn't sympathy, you know.
Understanding the online world I understand you. Understanding you, I fucking hate you.
It wasn't me who turned place after place into amplified copies of the worst cesspits I knew the stench of by age four. It wasn't me who makes you feel the way you do all the time you're online and all the time you're still haunted by your time online, which is every waking hour and every uneasy sleep. You do it to yourselves and you let others do it to you. I think you like it. (I lie. I know. I wish I didn't but I know.) And I'm not the cause of it but I'm helping you along. I'm helpful like that. I was tortured into hearing what nobody else can. They didn't know they had tortured me into saying what nobody else can, too.
Everybody has a mouth and all you people do is fucking scream. I whisper back in innocuous-looking posts and you scream louder and I see what I do online, I know myself as I know you, I know this is the only thing that keeps me alive that keeps us alive maybe. Maybe this is love. I wouldn't know and that's your fault.