Diapered Anime - Final message from sketch man!!!

I've been in contact with Sketch Man, he sent me this final message to post.

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A quick Q&A:

-Did you really leave us?
Yes

-Will you come back?
No

-Why did you leave? What happened?
Read the whole thing below
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I think at least half of the people who will read this will stop now. Bye bye, half.

Now, I suppose I should give you a proper explanation. I was asked to by one or two people. Thank those two who still know how to use the internet.
First of all, why Sketch Man was born?
Well, because I felt the web lacked something. And mostly also for desperation.
Everything started with an account (I won't tell you which one though). People didn't really like my art. I gave up. I changed style, spent a year practicing,
I came back as Sketch Man and looks like lots of people liked it. Probabily, worth the effort.
With my art, I tried to compensate what I was missing in my life. I suppose everyone knows about my stupid love story. In case you don't know, I had a love story
with a girl who liked diapers and all, everything was fine, she then dumped me with no fucking apparent reason, she was just dumb.
I started to draw to recreate my ideal life. I spent more than two years drawing and idealazing what I couldn't have, I don't yet and what seems I'll never have.
Everyday was a torture. I was becoming too much attached to this fake world. A world of pictures. Of course, full of real people.
I made lots of friends, you were all nice (except for the very dumb ones, you guys suck and you don't even know it). But everytime I talked to you, everytime I made a picture, everytime I logged in with my account, I felt depressed. Because I could just stare at my screen.
Why is it so important, you may ask.
Many of you like diapers, as well as me. However, I have a pathological level problem. For me diapers are an essential thing for life. I don't even care about sex.
Can you imagine living without sex? Maybe a few of you can. I can't imagine living without diapers though.
So, everything I made was, yes full of passion, heart and whatever you want, but also full of sadness, desperation and anger.
I started to become mentally unstable. I think you noticed it just by reading my journal on deviantArt.
I claimed so many times I'd go and never come back. I never did.
This time I just wrote "good bye" and left because no one would have taken me seriously.

*reads the text so far*
I don't think I'm explaining well enough the whole thing. It's pretty fragmented. But this is what you'll get, I'm not gonna rewrite it.

So, I decided to give a cut to everything. Goodbye community, goodbye pictures and everything else. I'll erase also contacts from other chatting devices
(congrats to those who used my psn account to contact me). Why? Because I just keep suffering. Yes, I'm being selfish here.
But would you prefer a sketch man, on the verge of becoming insane, to draw for your pleasure, and then vent everyday like a crazy on his journal?

Honestly, I couldn't resist anymore. I gave my best. You know what? Not having anymore contacts made me feel a lot better. Sad but true. Please, don't try to contact me
or I'll just have to block you, and that's something I'd not want to do.

I heard rumors that I left because of some discussions on a site called Omuchan. That's not true.
I didn't leave because of my potential work showing up.
I'll never login again (well, I deactivated my account). However, I'll never create another account with a similar name. If you'll see a sketch man, it'll be a fake one.
I don't really care what you're gonna do with my pictures (if you were smart enough to save them on your HD. Take this as a lesson).
I still have my AIM account. However, I won't login there. Maybe in a year or two, just to say hi and then leave again.
It's true that I am an attention seeker. Many of us are. I won't deny that I tried to get attention (but also comfort at the same time) with your comments.

I am probabily being very rude now, but eventually this thing will end. I also heard that there are upset and sad people. I can't really help it. This is what I thought to be
the best way for everyone. Eventually, you'll forget about this and hopefully me.

Again, I don't want to have contacts with anyone. It's weird, for the first time I won't read comments on something I made XD
For the ones who were smart enough to save my mail address, please, don't post it and don't mail me.

Be happy, go on with your life!! I'm doing it too now, becasue I finally can.

And to add a sad clichè, a few sentences for the people I cared about the most (even if you hate me now, I still want to write a few things down)

To my bro, CSharpe, the first friend I made while diaperedanime was up and had about 30,000 members. Good times. Bye bro.
To my little sister, Nino. Thank you for all the wonderful time we spent together on chat. I loved it. Don't cry.
To thelonegrunt. I liked you as friend, keep on writing, your stories rock. Be well.
To Turtwig champion. You still gotta grow a lot, do it the right way. Also, please, think a bit more when you have to talk, 'kay? ;)
To Carotte. I think we'd never talked. Maybe just a comment reply. But you were the one who inspired me for doing arts. Thanks.
To AD-SD Chibigirl. Never talked to you either, but you were my first favourite artist and you were the only one who liked my art while I wasn't sketch man yet. Thanks for cheering me up back then.
To WearNtear, aka Blazy. Jeez, you really made me cry, what are you? Keep on drawing, the community needs artists. You are a good one. I bet you won't even read this stuff XD

And uhmm... There are still a lot of people, but I think I'll save myself with a "thank you everyone" (except for the very dumb ones)

Oh right, the comics... There are at least two comics I never published, and DQ will never end. Sorry about that.
If you are missing them, just do your own comics. I made them because there weren't any in the web. Lots of things have changed in these past two years.

So, for the last time, bye bye guys.