Yes I'm changing, yes I'm gone
Yes I'm older, yes I'm moving on
I'd link the song but there's a word in it, so you can look it up yourself if you want. It's really good, so I encourage you to do it. :P
Life is moving, can't you see?
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
But baby, now there's nothing left that I can do so
So don't be blue
There is another future waiting there for you
Yes, I'm changing. While considering this blog, I checked my join date: 23 November, 2012. Today's the 24th of June, so I've been here 3 years, 6 months, and one day. This pales in comparison to the numbers backing MC, Alemas, LMP and Guac and Klint and Ire and Rio—but think about it. Those were the people who were around when I was a kiddo just like most of you these days. And there are those whose names are barely even known by you people now: Aok, MiniTheFig, the BCGs, Peat, Samed, Fishfam, Wii, Dwarfy--that generation is basically all gone.
And who are you these days? Who even /are/ you kiddos? I don't know. I don't know what you're doing, but you've taken over through the relentless march of time, and while that's gone on and brought you in, it's pushing me out. That's okay. That's time, and we can't bring back the past. Goodness knows I studied Gatsby.
So kiddos, consider this paragraph not addressed to you. This goes to the retired ones who will never see it, the residual population from my generation, and all of you who were here when I was a pathetic and slightly edgy mid-teenager struggling to be more than who I was at home. All of you who changed me from sheltered homeschooler and raised me to a healthy internet lifestyle. You listened to so many of my existential crises and made me write /so much/ and gave me a well-rounded education in five hundred different areas, you showed me so much music and taught me logic and politics and religion and how to be someone different. Now I'm changing again; I'm in school now. I have friends whom I can see and feel and touch and it's /weird/, honestly, but I love them. (Take note, kiddos, real life people can be good too.) I wrote exams and I'm getting a job and going out and I'm moving on and so with that, my time at LMBW ends.
I feel like I should do shoutouts; but nah. You all who love me know it, and you know if I love you, and you know if I dislike you--perhaps that's what I should speak to right now. No hard feelings, right? I've argued a lot and you've argued a lot, and we both know it, but in the end, it's all good. You've made me better, and I hope I might have done the same to you.
I saw it different, I must admit
I caught a glimpse, I'm going after it
I'm sure I'll be back here and there; it's summer and there are lazy days ahead, but I don't want to feel tied to here. I'd rather make more of those lazy days than hanging around chat and sifting through piles of votes that no one really cares about. But you guys take care; it's not like I won't miss you. I want the kiddos to grow up and mature into venerable old people with a tonne of common sense like me; I want you older ones to be secure in your life choices about college and work and relationships, and in the end I don't want any of you to regret your time here, because it can be good. Mine was good; it make me into who I am right now, and I kind of like that. So don't disparage the internet, love all your friends here, and when you're ready, go out and grab that real life.
And if you don't think it's a crime, you can come along with me