This site was made for the purpose of being cringe and autistic and silly and goofy.
You may ask yourself "Well why doesn't this loser just be cringe and autistic and silly and goofy on like. Tumblr or something." To which I would say
"Well actially you don't win," You say very smartly and cool-like to the computer screen completely oblivious to the fact that we aren't in the same room, while also ignoring that the entire format has shifted into a y/n fanfiction the likes of which you'd only see on Quotev.com. "Because you could have just made a private account."
"Well actually I DO win," I respond to you trumphantly; it is completely lost on me that you are not a real person and actually a strawman I have made up in my head. "Because then there's no point because nobody will see it. But I can't have anyone see it. So having this website nobody's ever heard of is how I trick myself. Schrodinger's cringe, if you will."
"Well fine! Do it then! Be cringe!"
"Well. Uh. Erhm. About that."
"What, you mean we went through all that and you're not even gonna do it!?"
"Look man, I'm a person. I have adult things to do. Like fill out my FAFSA. Or watch the entire Iron Man trilogy start to finish, tastefully spaced with a single viewing of Avengers (2012) for important context that may be missing in Iron Man 3. I can't just sit around and churn out cringe whenever I want. I have to let it grow at it's own pace. Can't you just like, keep yourself entertained for a few days?"
"But what am I even supposed to DO here??? Your entire site is just a wall of html!"
"Look man, if it's really that bad, you can just click off. Maybe make your own website? You know it's free, right?