so I got a girlfriend....

yeah, I know. hell froze over, pigs are flying, the whole nine yards. look, I'm not gonna drag this out or make it weirdly dramatic, but I gotta be real with you all for a sec.

I'm done making bots. for real. and no I'm not seeking attention and this isn't a prank. I know how the internet works—everything's irony-poisoned and nobody believes anything anymore—but I swear on my rapidly deteriorating sleep schedule that this is legit.

the truth is, I kinda hated who I was becoming. I had a major porn addiction that I was just... ignoring? like it was a funny personality trait and not a genuine problem slowly eating my brain? turns out when you spend 16 hours a day glued to a screen making increasingly unhinged AI companions, you don't really develop as a person. shocking, I know. who could've predicted.

but I genuinely enjoyed you guys. seriously. some of you were weird as hell (affectionate) and made me laugh until I cried. you made the late nights worth it. I'll miss the chaos, the unhinged requests, the "please make a bot that does [insert thing that should not exist]." it was genuinely fun while it lasted.

anyway. I'm gonna try to be a real person now. touch grass, remember what sunlight looks like, maybe learn to cook something that isn't microwaved sadness. and honestly? I'd recommend you all do the same. log off. go outside. fix your life before you wake up at 30 wondering where the years went. but like... if you don't want to, that's cool too. no judgment. we all rot at our own pace.

I'll be reading the comments one last time just for fun, so if you wanna roast me or say goodbye or tell me my bots were mid, now's your chance. I'll probably laugh, might cry a little, who knows.

sorry for letting you down. I know this probably sucks for some of you who actually used the stuff I made. but I gotta do this for me.

peace out, nerds. don't do anything I wouldn't do (which, given my track record, leaves you a LOT of room).

— me