Hey, I see you've resorted to some strange anonymous attacks towards me lately, a person you have only spoken to for an inconsiderable amount of time a while ago, and I must say, dealing with feelings of rejection in a healthy manner really doesn't include what you're doing. Your biggest crutch seems to be calling me a tranny, but I'm not transgender and never have been, so I honestly have no idea where it's coming from but that's quite rude to people who actually are trans. You mention a decline in my art quality or mental state but fail to realize the Twitter account you're obsessed with checking is nothing but a diary, a place to discuss my rough ideas and thoughts about many things that simply don't represent how I actually feel as a whole. If you'd like to see my art when it has effort, you know my Pixiv account. I believe you must be facing some sort of misery in your own life and are projecting those feelings onto me, but I simply cannot relate to being in a mental downfall or whatever you describe it as; you're completely mistaken about me and claim to take joy in being wrong, isn't that silly? Hopefully you'll find yourself in a better spot someday where you'll look back at this and laugh at yourself, but for now I must say I'll stop checking in on your screaming.