/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Depression sucks. It's like trying to get a car moving with no gas, and everyone's racing past you wondering why you're being a stupid cunt that isn't moving.

So you get out and start pushing that car, but it wears you out, and people get frustrated with you and complain that you're being a slow asshole, and you try to explain that you have no gas, but they don't really get it because their tanks have been full their entire lives. And you're gonna be alone too, since who wants to travel that slowly? And if you do get someone, she's gonna sit in the front seat and yell at you to push faster. It's what happened to me.

So you either off yourself once your legs give out, or you get a doctor to dump some pseudo-fuel in your car that'll make it go just fine, but once you stop using it, your car will run in reverse and then you're really fucked.

Most of us though get by by pushing that ugly ass car every day little by litte in our dumpy dreary lives. And every time someone roars past you, tossing a fucking soda cup or a beer bottle at you and your fucking horrible car, you just push your face to the fender and keep pushing. You come upon the wreckage of those people who went too fast, who threw shit at you and mocked you for not being able to cruise along, and you see people stopping to mourn the burning dead, but you don't feel sad, no, you just keep pushing that car, ignoring the wreckage.

Then everyone turns around and gives you disgusting looks for being so callous. Your mere existence hurts them, and the spite is enough to make you smile and keep pushing that fucking car another fifteen miles.