| Mizz.V |
12-11-2009 11:48 PM |
the magic.
vmk wasn't a website. no matter what anybody says, i am positive i will not believe it was a buisness plan nor an advertisment. vmk was a place. a place where all shall be named anonymous, and all shall be treated with the same respect and diginity as others. i loved vmk. i loved even the stupidest things about it, from its cruel people, to its warm-hearted, even the stupid red blinking words that we would get around to using them. vmk had people. it had friends. it had enemys. it was life. i remember typing so fast when i would get home from school to find the enchanting bells ringing to my ears, the notification from messages, and the music that we all loved to hear. many would call it obssesion but i do not believe that was the case. and ever since it had closed down, the more bad things were open to me on the computer. the more it was down the longer these bad things beconed at me. until i gave in. and my tramatization is simply due to vmk closing. it opened the bad doors, and told me to go in. it wasnt "stupid people in imaginary disney" as the non-believers thought. simply vmk, was magic.
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