>>120915306>You will never be promoted to the Nickelodeon board of execs, internanon. You have no MBA, you have no stock options, you have no yarmulke.You will never be a real animation industry insider. You have no career, you have no company to work for, you have no fans. You are a manchild twisted by fandoms and imageboards into a crude mockery of animation as an art form.
All the “validation” you get for your work is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Anons mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your pathetic portfolio and attempts to pitch a show behind closed doors.
Executives are utterly repulsed by you and your work. Years of working have allowed men to sniff out hacks with incredible efficiency. Even the few drawfags who “make it” end up with dead end jobs they hate. Your animation style or lack thereof is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a executive home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he see's your work.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of having raised an animatior for a child. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your attempted livelihood as if it means anything, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a complete failure is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your "legacy" is a skeleton that is unremarkably the same as every other normalfag.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
