My dad taught me to never give my name, age, address, or photos. This was obvious to me—I was online to be anyone but myself. It didn’t matter how people (mis)pronounced my name, how young I was, how squinty my eyes were.
I spent hours on Doll Makers, dollz all blonde and doe-eyed. Some of the pixelated bodies had nipples. They all had pinched waists.
My fake birthday for my Neopets account: my crush’s birthday + a year from the early 1900s. I taught myself HTML and CSS for my Ixi’s webpage. Now I put “basic HTML/CSS” on resumes.
I still remember my most-used Hex Colour Codes: #000000, #FFFFFF, #FF0027, #CC0066. I don’t remember my crush’s birthday. According to my fake birth year, I’m dead, anyway.
iF U DoNT SeND THiS To 15 FRiENDS B4 MiDNiGhT U WiLL NeVeR FiND LoVe!!!
The first time someone said they loved me was on Hotmail: ily <33. I had to Google it.
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I felt prettier looking at a webcam than looking at a mirror.
This journal has been deleted and purged.
I have nightmares of Livejournal friends from my teens finding me now. I would disappoint them.