Nobody's here. It's depressing. Lonely. I can't take it anymore.
Whenever I get on deviantart, seeing my empty message box after over 24 hours of inactivity...
I've just given up hope.
There's nothing left.
My life online feels like an old building, slowly rotting away...
It's already starting to collapse, soon it'll be noting but a pile of dust.
Some buildings are strong, surviving through decades of harsh weather, earthquakes, and millions of shuffling feet.
Others stand up for a year or two, then burn to the ground.
It's same for everything— people, trees, relationships, I could go on and on.
I guess I was part of the latter.
I might stay. I might visit once in a while. Who knows.