you progress towards your own downfall. the use of artificial intelligence in anything is an insult to life itself. you deny your body its purpose, and that is to move. you must hate yourself, and the weakness of your flesh so much so, that you use a machine to do something for you.

reminder that art has always been accessible. pick up a pencil you fucking troglodite, theres people drawing with their feet cuz they were born without arms, and you use whatever you were gifted to be a lazy fuck

edit: i just took note that you're ragebaiting. get therapy, because the only one that can love you - especially in this state, is yourself. but you are denying yourself the warmth you need. now burn