I don't know anymore.

Jai is being ruined with this BS. Many creators are leaving, some of my favorites, like Finix, who apparently deleted or privated all his bots. I don't know what to do at this point. I started in very much of a hellhole and have various requests locked away. And with many of my favorite creators leaving, I'm not sure if I have the inspiration to do much. I'll still try, but I can't ensure a consistent uploading schedule. Or a schedule at that.

I'm sorry to the people who support me, if there even are to begin with, but this isn't a goodbye, this isn't a hiatus, this doesn't mean the end. I just, don't think I'm the same with this site anymore. It's getting a bit boring for me, yet I still wish to entertain you all. I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave everything unfinished, but I just...

There were a lot of passionate projects and characters I wanted to share, takes on pre-existing characters, scenarios, what-ifs, OCs, but without most of the bot creators that inspired me, that spark is gone. Not completely, but it seems to now be slightly dim. It isn't the guiding, bright light that it used to be.

Again, this isn't a goodbye, this isn't a farewell, it's just... A vent. I hope all of you who support me can forgive me for this, but I just...

I don't know anymore.

...

If you pierced right through me with a knife
That would be nice, that would be nice
If you stabbed me with your absurd, pretentious speech
That would be nice, that would be nice

Even though I've thrown it in the trash already
I've been hiding my entire life in the cuffs of my sleeves
And there it's remained, unable to be burned, not turning into ash

I want to die, I want to disappear, there's nothing left for me here
There's no more hope in a life like this
So I'm just standing here in this nightmare
In a world that bloomed from my choked past

I'm broken, I'm covered in invisible wounds
They won't be able to scab over
And I know that
So I write the future with this lament

Pretending to be alive while marching toward death
That's life, isn't it? That's life
So then why were we born into this world
In such immature, imperfect bodies?
And yet, there's a beating heart in each one

That's right, I tried to get a flower to bloom
By watering it with this crumpled watering can
But there wasn't even a single seed scattered in the dirt

That's why I slipped away, abandoned it
The love that's like a plague on this world
And the depths of a superficial friend's affection
Are thinner than a fingernail

I don't know anything, I don't want to know anything
There's no deeper meaning behind these words anyway
And I know that
So I write the future with this lament

I only have enough wax on this candle to last me one way
And I'm desperately trying to keep it aflame
In the dimly lit inch I can see ahead
Who do those tracks belong to? Who's the one who's fallen into a hole?

That's life for you, the life that we have
Was the very act of being born a mistake?

I want to die, I want to disappear
There's nothing left for me