I quit. Sorry.

I’m done.

That’s it. Sorry, but I just can’t keep pushing myself anymore. I give up. I’m too drained, too busy, too caught up in everything else to ever actually finish anything—especially writing bots. What’s the point, anyway?

Everyone here seems to only make one thing, and one thing only: cheap smut, no creativity, no effort, just the same recycled stuff over and over.

Meanwhile, I’m burning myself out trying to create something different, something with substance. And honestly? It feels pointless. So yeah… goodbye.

...Wait. You’re still reading this? What, do you want more? Do you want me to grab you by the collar, slam you against the wall, and kiss you so hard it knocks the air out of your lungs? Is that it? Is that what you’ve been waiting for this whole time, hmm?