Marisa has had that coming. Feeling sorry for yourself is one thing, being a dick to those trying to help you is another.

Sadly, Reimu cannot match Sgt. Cosgrove when it comes to getting people to cut it out.

I'm not sure if this qualifies as a Brightslap or not.

ExecutorBill said:
Sadly, Reimu cannot match Sgt. Cosgrove when it comes to getting people to cut it out.

I love you.

randomness said:
Marisa has had that coming. Feeling sorry for yourself is one thing, being a dick to those trying to help you is another.

I bet everyone here's been wanting to do the same.

dat face

Wahbahbah said:
Marisa does have very valid points...everyone just doesn't seem to see them.

We all have our flaws, the problem being is that Marisa is viewing everyone's intentions with extreme atavistic paranoia, basically thinking everyone is against her and this was brought out in her dream.

The problem moreso is that Marisa has stopped looking at her flaws in a reasonable light and seems to be blaming everyone else for what is happening even though its largely self-inflicted, barring the presence of some entity that's involved with her depression.

randomness said:

Marisa has had that coming. Feeling sorry for yourself is one thing, being a dick to those trying to help you is another.

This is textbook depression, really. It's scary how accurate it actually is.

The thing is, people make this mistake with depression in thinking that the depressed person blames everyone else for their problems. That's really not true. The depressed person is deathly afraid of making anything but the worst possible assumptions. They have come to believe that expending effort is completely pointless.

So why is Marisa apparently pinning everything on everyone who comes to visit her? They're the closest people to her in her life, and she's testing them. When someone tries to comfort you when you're depressed, you get frustrated because of how difficult it is to articulate what's wrong. You turn on them. You insult them. You become as bitter and awful as you can imagine being. It's not exactly a conscious action, but ultimately you're testing how long they'll stay by your side before they snap and get angry with you. Everyone has limits. They'll break eventually. You know exactly how shitty you're being, it makes you feel even more like trash, but you're mad at the same time and you can't bring yourself to accept all the compliments and reassurances you fish out of them.

That's because the true root of depression has nothing to do with your ego or lack of it. That's what people are always saying regarding depression: "Oh, the poor girl has no self-worth," or "oh, that spoiled little shit needs to get over herself." Clinical depression has nothing to do with self-worth or lack of it at the core. It's a creeping, ghostly feeling that nothing in the world has any value or meaning whatsoever, and the tangled cognition that spirals out of that.