Dear Internet,
Saying farewell feels strange when I’m still here every day, watching you die a little harder, a little faster.
I miss the games we played, the chatrooms we logged into, the forums where strangers helped each other just because. The pages we built because we had something to share, and oh boy they sucked. I miss looking for content without first having to ask myself if I'm just being farmed.
Now I’m writing this goodbye with the same machines helping bury you. I’m part of this too. We knew what the people really owning "our" little corners wanted from us. We joked about being the product and kept inviting our loved ones inside.
I’m staying. I still want to build here, and I keep wondering what I owe the place that gave me so much of who I am. Maybe after this storm, we can grow something worth staying for.
Maybe the next chapter is a mix of the past and the things we never dreamed.
But first, I want to say goodbye.
Write your goodbyes, nerd. Remember your username. Accept it will never be the same. The game. The friend you lost contact with. Our little world is gone, more by the day.
Say goodbye to the internet we grew up with. Help kill it faster, if you can.
I’m still here. I miss you already.