I used to be a decently active hacker during the early 2010s. Even when I wasn't active, I was still hacking. I'm a slow worker, however, and I never actually finished a full hack, mainly due to my fickle resolve.
Then I just up and left the place. I was pissed at what the site had become, and this was the last straw. I had a lot of anger issues in the past, and I'm still working on myself in this regard. Regardless of how bad the situation was, my attitude back then was petty and aggravating. Not saying that I agree with anything or anyone in that cursed thread, just that my reaction was unacceptable. I wish to formally apologize for the commotion I may have caused back then.
So, what happened while I was gone? My (mental) health worsened, somehow. I was fixated on my hatred for this place, the only place I was once able to call "home". I was fucking livid, 24/7. I joined vitor's and the french hacking discords solely to rand about SMWC. In these 2 or 3 years, I think I only touched LM once or twice.
By 2019, my hatred had turned into regret. No amount of whining could bring back my old home, and nothing could replace it. The mutation that SMWC suffered around the time of "The Elections" was an internet-wide phenomenon, and no forum, imageboard or social media was spared. It was the last hurrah of the old, laid-back internet, making place for more pozzed garbage and blue-checkmark bootlicking. My regret: acting the way I did only contributed to the problem. I was part of the """problematic""" """toxicity""", in a way.
So one day, I decided to confront my issues head-on and come back here. It may not have been much, but it lifted such a huge weight off of my shoulders, it's insane.
...But the place was still pure garbage, and my interest in hacking had yet to come back. I wasn't mad or regretful anymore. But I still had an undying itch to hack, while not being in the mood to actually do it. Dunno if that makes sense?
I ended up helping out for the 4chan /v/ collab hack, and it was pretty fun. But ever since it ended, this eternal hacking itch of mine went missing. For the first time in 10 years, I am now able to go for weeks at a time without thinking about SMWC or hacking.
I moved on.
I didn't think it was possible for someone as autistic as me, but I fucking did it. Or maybe it just kind of happened by itself? In any case, I can finally proclaim, in a peaceful, honest manner, that I am officially retiring from the hacking business.
To anyone reading this (embarassingly autistic) diary entry: I wish that you, and everyone, can learn to move on from what is lost, and love what is still there. Help each other. Not by ensnaring everyone in your web of fake internet ethical high-ground. Support each other, in good spirit. This is how you make the world a better place.