You know it wasn't but a few weeks ago we were in the topbar. People come here when they want to.
You're walled up in your "cuck free" Safe Space and left to die with five people and a VPN to talk to, and nowhere else to go because you burned every bridge and olive branch that was ever offered to you by anyone. What, exactly, are we supposed to feel bad about again?
Think about what you had if you could have just resisted the urge to be retarded edgelords all the time. I bet them grapes are sour.