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Attention.
Dear Gaia,
I joined here February 25, 2004, one week after your first anniversary.
I was thirteen years old, in seventh grade.
I joined under the username A Faery Named Aikanaro.
Half a year into our relationship, I coined the username Perphekt, which I now use everywhere on the Internet, and in some places off the Internet.
You impacted my life, with how much time I spent with you, and with all of the people I've met because of you.
I loved you, Gaia.
I joined in the days of the Gaia Personals.
In the days of anti-noobishness.
In the days of links and anime fandom and whanot.
In the days of Barton and Gambino.
In fact, I remember the day Durem first showed up on the map.
It was hard for all of us then, because we worked hard for our pixels.
I bumped and spammed in the Chatterbox like no other just to buy an outfit.
Of course, I matured and moved into the General Discussion.
I even spent some time in a roleplaying guild.
I became obsessed with out-of-school literacy and relationships.
Gaia, you are not the same site now as you were four years ago.
And that's fine.
You've grown, and you have needed to become more accomodating.
But you're so supportive to new and illiterate users.
Starter sets?
Towns?
Acceptable chatspeak?
Absolutely not.
You're a very self-promoting being, Gaia.
Again, that's fine.
But you are no longer the one for me.
Other things are grabbing my attention.
I do need to focus my attention on my schoolwork, as well as my art.
And my real-world relationships.
That's why I'm leaving you.
I don't feel I'll be missed, and I don't feel I will miss.
Of course, nearly four years of hard-collected pixelated items can't just go to waste.
That is why I am setting up a thread in the Exchange forum to Give Away all of my items.
Yeah.
Give Away, for free.
Including KiKi and CoCo.
As well as seventy-two thousand in gold.
Darling, please visit me here: Click.Gaia, my love.
It's time for me to move on.
I will visit, however infrequently.
I would suggest you see other people, but I know you already have.
You don't need me.
And I no longer need you.
This is.
Goodbye.
With all of my leftover middle school love,
Your dearest,
Perphekt.
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 Posted by: Perphekt Fri Oct 19, 2007 @ 03:10am
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