Stuck in my room.

I'm stuck in my room.
Day after day I sit in my armchair doing nothing more than replaying video's that get me no closer to the achieved goal of a normal social standing in life.
I miss work constantly,
I don't even know if i still have a job, as I haven't left my house in a week,
other then for trips to fast food joints.
Yet here I am in my chair,
still the unproductive teen member of society,
the social outcast,
the lauded sociopath pariah of my time.

Perhaps, months will pass without change,
even years.
Perhaps, I'll be nothing more than a cadaver in an armchair,
by the time I'm ready to rejoin society as a normal human.
Maybe even the roof over my decomposed body will deteriorate,
reminding me of the sunlight I once knew.

On the other hand though,
perhaps I will change.
Maybe I will leave my room and take part in social gatherings.
Maybe they won't be cringe inducingly painful to participate in.
I might even meet a girl, but not one with as many or more problems as me.
No, I might meet a girl of normal social standing for once.
One that could cure me of my social awkwardness and make me another run of the mill guy,
make me normal.