If I weren't forced to live with family due to financial constraints, I would have blown my brains out long ago.
After a falling out with my last friend, only acquaintances remain. My time with them is intermittent and fleeting. I ask myself why many of them are so flaky and inconsiderate, and then I remember all the times I behaved similarly.
We are never as good to each other as we imagine we are, and we can never know or accept someone as well as we would like to be known and accepted.
31, almost 32 and really lonely.
I have exactly 3 friends, but since we graduated from college and they moved away, we only catch each other on discord every once in a while. And when we do, we only talk about tv shows or games.
I have not had any internet friends for a while now.
I have 0 friend I can confide to about anything remotely related to my feelings.
I feel pretty much like OP, except that it's not college but work instead, so it's even harder (if not impossible) for me to try to build new relationships in that environment.
Entering the 30s makes it even worse too, because people now consider you too old to try to know you; they feel a gap between their age and yours (even though in my mind I still feel like I'm 25).
I am 30 and know just what you're talking about. No one wants to do anything. They're perfectly content with just going to work, eating dinner at home, watching a dumbass TV show they have already seen, sleeping, going to work, rinse, repeat. Seeing what bland lives satisfy others makes me wonder if I am actually depressed or just more aware of the ways life really drags.