It used to be fun. It used to be a website where I could make friends and develop art skills. Newgrounds seemed like my dream. An unrestricted, free paradise where you could do anything. I loved it. I loved everyone I met, I loved drawing, it was just cool. But it wasn’t, was it? The majority of people I met, my so called “friends”, were incredibly awful and weird people that children should never be around. I was 12 when I was most active. 12. I was fucked up. I am fucked up, all because of this shitty site. Because of everyone I met, messing with my head and molding me into a sad sack of shit. Into a racist. Into a transphobe. I broke free, however. I realize now that my life would be vastly better if I hadn’t met certain people. Now I can only do my best to renovate the ruins left behind. I’m doing a pretty good job at it. Still, I wish I could’ve stopped myself from logging in that fateful night. Granted, some good did come out of it. I got better at art and I met some cool people. Some. especially sand. If it hadn’t been for him, I’d most likely still be that way. The smartest thing I can do to free myself now, is departing forever. The account will not be deleted but I will never set foot here again. Fuck everyone who fucked me up. You know who you are. Sincerely, AK.