Ah. More shit being thrown at the wall to see what sticks.
Every time I'm ready to come back, I'm reminded why I left in the first place.
I remember the time I basically lived here, and it was a good, no, a great place. Every time I return it's a ghost of what it used to be, and I miss my old home.
This place will always have a fond place in my heart, it's where I grew from a lurker to a yapper, where I was introduced to making AI images, where I learned to love backreading.
Now, it's a just a simple nostalgia fix, and that makes me kinda sad .