SpaceHey is missing something

I want to love SpaceHey. I really do. It’s like the digital equivalent of seeing your childhood bedroom exactly how you left it — glitter stickers, posters peeling off the wall, your cringey old blog still open on an ancient browser. It feels right. The layout, the vibes, the music players, the profiles that look like someone copy-pasted a Lisa Frank folder into a code editor. It’s beautiful.

But then you start actually using it. You make your profile, customize your background, maybe even find a cursed cursor from some abandoned gif site. You click around like, “Okay, yeah, yeah, this is it.” But after the honeymoon phase wears off, the truth hits: it’s empty. Like walking into a party in full emo gear only to realize you’re 30 minutes early and everyone else flaked.

Most profiles are either ghost towns or pure chaos. You either get someone posting the same “Hey, check out my blog!” three times a week with zero interaction, or someone who’s so deep into their aesthetic they’ve completely forgotten how to be a person. There’s no middle ground. It's like everyone on there is either a marketing bot, a hyperactive roleplayer, or someone trying to recreate 2007 by force.

And the blogs? I miss the drama. I miss the messy, overshared “here’s what happened in math class and why Jessica’s dead to me” energy. I miss people being chronically online in the funniest, most unfiltered way possible. Now it’s all “My favorite bands :)” or “Check out this CSS layout I found.” Not bad — just... hollow. Like everyone’s putting on a nostalgia costume but forgot how we actually used to act.

There’s no forums. No real chaos. No friend drama. No weird chain bulletins threatening your love life if you don’t repost in 3 seconds. No strangers writing “RAWR XD U LOOK COOL” on your page with no follow-up. Everyone’s either too shy or too self-aware now. We’re all trying to revive the corpse of MySpace but nobody wants to admit we need a little cringe to bring it back to life.

It’s like... SpaceHey gave us the canvas, but we forgot how to paint with glitter vomit and bad decisions.

I’m not hating. I love SpaceHey for what it’s trying to be. But if we want it to actually bring the old internet back, we’ve gotta stop treating it like an ironic art project and start treating it like the chaotic emotional diary it’s meant to be. Bring back the bad poetry. The sparkly “u r my bff” graphics. The quizzes about what Twilight character your aura matches. The blogs that overshare way too much. The drama over someone deleting you from their Top 8.

I don’t want a museum of the past. I want to live in it again.

So if you’re reading this: Go wild. Be cringe. Be annoying. Be 14 again (mentally, not legally — calm down). Because SpaceHey will only thrive if we stop acting cool and start acting like ourselves again.