People have been asking me that a lot lately, like...

"Hey Yosos, what happened to you?"

"Where’s all your art from 2019 to 2025?"

"Are you okay? Are you coming back?"

"Are you a girl, and can I get your Discord name?"

"Why did you deleted everthing you dumbass"

And all I can say is.... I'm doing okay. I've been going to counseling at my university, finding more ways to control myself, and I'm a little more stable now. I've just needed a lot of rest, more than I realized. It's not my first time deleting something huge hahaha..... But this time... it felt different. This account.... my Yosos account....it's special. It's how I met some of my longest-lasting friends. People I genuinely love and care about, and one who is really special to me. It holds too many memories to count. But at the same time, I've done a lot of damage too....To others....To myself....I've scared people. Hurt people. Worried them because of how unstable I was, mentally and emotionally. I had so many moments where I felt like I was failing everyone I cared about. Like I was breaking people instead of loving them. Add to that the weight of paranoia, the pressure to be seen as someone "BIG," and then… a death. Someone special to me passed away. It hit harder than I expected. And I spiraled.

I've never liked the idea of fame. A lot of my friends wanted it...wanted to feel love, or prove themselves, or feed their egos. I don't blame them for that, it does feel good for a while. But for me? Fame always felt like a curse. I hated having 700 followers. I hated seeing people fight over numbers, like they meant something sacred. It’s Newgrounds, man. It's just a fucking number. But I never said that out loud, because I didn't want to crush anyone's dreams I'nm not gold or an asshole to do that. I've seen people like me blow up, and I've watched it destroy them. I didn't want that to be my ending... kind of hahahahah (I really need to stop joking about that stuff aahahahah, if you know you know).

And deep down, I also started to wonder: Do new people want to be my friend, or do they just want free art? Are they here for me, or just because I’m “a good pixel artist”? The truth is, I don't even see myself as a good artist. Just someone who happened to be around for a long time, making stuff and leaving pieces of myself behind. But I'm still here. Not famous. Not broken. Just… healing.

Quietly.

And for now, that's enough.

I'm Doing well ^^

I'm Doing well ^^