Let's say you do leave, and your life relatively improves, then what?
You'll be in your isolated room, pondering about what the meaning of it all; your family eventually became distance as they live their own lives, your sibling might've invited you to a wedding you probably won't go to, you grow old as you see the newer generations be able to obtain something you so desperately want, you'll be surrounded by people and still feel utterly alone.
You will watch as the clock tick by in work, dreading having to go to a lifeless home more than spending time at work; you'll think of ways to pass the time, but it doesn't fill that gnawing void within you. You want to think how life isn't just about finding that special someone but you'll constantly be tormented by it, day in, day out. You'll crave for it to the point you'll feel tired of living, doing anything will all feel worthless when there's noone to experience it with you.
You'll be trapped, forever. A neverending cycle of self-loathing and distraction until you eventually break; however there will be no comfort, no love, no affection, no guidance. Nothing.
You are just all alone, and you'll feel there is no place for you and your problems.
In the end, you'll return to this place as a place of comradery where you'll finally be included; or another part of the internet for isolated losers like us.
May leave, but can never escape.
That's just inceldom.