what a painful thread to read. wish everyone could have their own happy endings.

shake as i may, i can't disrobe this cloak. a shroud of discontent, of loneliness, as wide as the night, as devouring as the expanse of space. the stars rest in solitary cradles, even sol sleeps, the void holds no light. so too do the strands of content, patchwork and fraying, fade under the flame.

2007 what? you realize there were different boards? different cultures? different memes? why do zoomers idolize the old internet?