My birthday was yesterday. My mom's letting me dye my hair again.
I think back and I wonder what happened. I wonder if the people I held so near and dear to my heart then would still look at me in the same regard now. It seems life is a constant cycle of obsessions and communities that will one day fall apart and become a distant memory. I have ended my obsession with this website. It lasted years. I have been through spires and dannys and mazes. I have been a moderator and I have consoled people through comment sections. I have made many friends. I remember bryce and paula and cloud and countless others. I remember hyperbeam when it was tutturu.
I remember the first arkuum (Did i spell that right? I can hardly remember) and i remember countless others after it.
My next obsession was discord.
I miss staying awake on calls with badtime and a user I used to call star, I miss hallucinating shadowy figures in the corners of my room because for the third night in a row, I stayed awake far too late and ate far too little. I miss pretending to fall asleep on hyperbeam with my camera on and trying not to laugh while the people i cared about the most tried to wake me up, I miss having pointless arguments in the comments that mean nothing yet filled so much of my time. I miss when having a simple crush was considered "simping" and I miss the people i used to consider my online family. I miss the people I have fallen out of contact with. I miss fallen. I miss uaworm, I miss purple, I miss fon, I miss badtime, I miss yachi, I miss bubonic, and I miss countless others whos names I have forgotten. I miss shared accounts.
I have the same discord account I have had since 2020.
This is the same imgflip account I have had since 2020.
I used to hate changing my username. I never understood why people were so eager to change.
I change my usernames a lot now. I seem much too eager to change.
i miss who i used to be all the while I am glad that person is dead and I am living inside their corpse