LuckyNez

We survived being sold and the porn ban and being sold again.

The finale of Supernatural. 

We have witnessed the rise and fall of Facebook and now Twitter. Who knows what else we will witness, the death of Instagram, the execution of TikTok. Maybe we’ll see the rise of MySpace again, from the ashes. 

The death by firing squad of LinkedIn, maybe. 

I know I will go down with this ship, if there is any iceberg powerful enough to crack its hull in two. 

Let it come. 

I will see us through to the end. 

This is my embarrassing home of almost ten years. This site saw me go from a 15 year old teenager to a 25 year old tired adult. 

I shall continue until either it or I give out. Whether that’s in ten years or a hundred. Whether I am 35 or 95. 

Walk arm in arm with cringe posting, flower crowns, night blogging, indiecore, Mishapocalypse, Klance death cults, SU Nazi discourse, She-Ra paramilitary death squads, turbo gay hell, Putin Destiel Election, oh the stories I have to NEVER TELL ANOTHER LIVING SOUL. 

I hate it here. It’s so embarrassing. It’s humiliating. 

I can never leave. 

I couldn’t go. Could never say goodbye. 

As long as you are here, I must stay.