You’ll always hold a special place in my increasingly Internet-reliant heart. You weren’t my forever, but you’ll always, always be my first. From the thrill of getting a little red envelope, letting me know I have a new friend, to the haunting awkwardness of that glowing green "Online Now" button, letting me know some of my best friends are ignoring me—you were an essential part of growing up in the new, computer-literate millennium.
And if I listen very carefully, even to this day, I can still hear the sounds of Fall Out Boy playing through blown-out Desktop speakers, and I can almost see that pixelated grin of Myspace Tom, assuring me that everything was going to turn out just fine, in the end.
Thanks for digitally-immortalizing our awkward years, Myspace, and don’t forget to friend me on Facebook, you know, when you get a chance.
Wil Fulton is an Editorial Assistant at Supercompressor,and cried three times while writing this. Twice from nostalgia, and once from a snakebite. Follow him @WilWithOnlyOneL