man. I know I shouldn't be worked up about it. most of my art is already on my own site, and I can just try to keep in touch with folks over on other services. but I can't help but reflect of what using the site meant to me.
maybe it was the idea of community? it felt like a good place with cool people to share art and other kinds of posts. getting nice comments was always appreciated, as well as the addictiveness of likes and reblogs.
maybe it's the journaling of my art? I made a new blog around the time people feared twitter would go under, but afterwards, I found it to be the perfect opportunity to take art more seriously. I don't want to delete a year's worth of sketches. but who knows if their ai partners already have a hold of it, making it redundant to do so.
or maybe it was something else? it was affirming to know that I wasn't alone, with posts talking about finding your identity or being proud of who you are. it's silly to admit, but I haven't gotten that kind of affirmation elsewhere.
and now the site's just gonna go to ruin. feels like everything is heading in that direction. I'm writing as if this site was some physical place that left a big impact of my life. maybe it did, in a way.