Huh, I never payed attention to follower counts but I have quite a few here on gl.c, I feel I should post higher quality content like I used to instead of using this place to vent what I can't in normie spaces. The reason I stopped posting my art and stopped making art entirely shortly after was because I was so so so so so scared of having my artstyle identified by markers I myself didn't even recognize were there, especially with the rise of autism, and then AI hit and I got REALLY scared that someone would somehow be able to identify me through my art because I want to post art as both my real self (socially appropriate art) and as Jazzy (perverted art by an open nomap/zoofag queer deemed mentally ill by society), how do I stop because I'm crying myself to death over these antis, I've stopped multiple careers and quit everything, every hobby, I've just been waiting to die because of these antis. There. Now you know the real Jazzy. I have been trauma dumping and fartposting and being dumb but I'm not ok. Because of these antis and because of lack of support. Hypnotist Sappho disappearing, Mr. Girl turning out to be a fucking creep, my hope just kept getting so fucking shredded. I'm so depressed. I know the sharks might circle and I'll bop their fucking noses if they do, I'm not limp just yet you bastards, but I'm hoping this is more of a signal flare to actual frens. Jazzy needs your help, seriously. The depression is fucking deep. Jazzy has a timeline if things don't get better...Jazzy will probably pussy out but it's a bad sign to have a timeline./vent