Life Without Tengaged...

I know I sound ridiculous saying this, and everyone’s probably going to make fun of me for it, but… I’ve been feeling this way for a while. It’s like ever since Tengaged went down, something in me just—went quiet. It’s not even about the website itself. It’s about what it was. It was this weird, chaotic little world that somehow made me feel like I belonged somewhere, even if it was just behind a screen, pretending to play a game. There were people there who knew me in ways no one in my real life ever bothered to. There were alliances, rivalries, late-night chats, drama, laughter… stupid arguments over pixels that, somehow, meant everything at the time. It sounds so dumb to say that out loud—like how can a website hold so much of your heart? But it did. Now I wake up and there’s nothing to check, no game to refresh, no reason to stay up late thinking about strategy or who betrayed who. It’s just silence. And in that silence, I’ve started realizing how much of myself I had poured into that place. How much of my happiness depended on it existing. It’s like losing a part of my youth, or a friend, or maybe both. Everyone else moved on, or pretends it never mattered, but I can’t. I can’t stop missing it. I can’t stop feeling like everything after it is just… flat. Like the color drained out. I know life is supposed to be bigger than a website, but when something made you feel like you mattered—and then it’s gone—it leaves a hole that’s hard to explain. And I guess that’s what this is: me trying to explain something no one will understand.