Mme. Starstuff

enotsola, to his screen: Aaahhh! I hate your website. And you're 21? You have no excuse.
arethinn, looking over: I think it's because they're 21, actually. People getting into Neocities are committing the same crimes we did on Geocities, just in higher resolution.
enotsola: Not a single spinning skull or "Under Construction" banner. If you're going to steal my culture, do it right.

(The website in question had a "collage" kind of design that made it hard to read text on the background, especially since bits of it wound up being white on off-white.)

perhaps relevant:

are there any life hacks for like. how to be worth anything and have anything you do deserve anyone giving a shit about it and to not get punished for the mere act of mentioning that it hurts to be wrong and not enough? answers on the back of a postcard

(and don't say "intimate friendships" like a couple of no doubt well-meaning folks did here. I have no idea how long it's been since I had one of those, never mind more than one. what a concept. the whole thing is there's not enough of me to achieve and sustain such a thing, even if I knew anyone with whom I would be comfortable trying it, which I don't. I barely get accepted into surface-level friendships. nor does "[you don't] need to reach a certain threshold to be allowed to live happily" make sense here because I'm talking about needing to reach a threshold to be accepted as belonging.)