School Days has ruined my life, like it has done to so many others.
Less than a week ago, I thought the premise of the show was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. Makoto was just a meme, and I didn't even know any other characters. But then I watched the first episode. And then the second. And couldn't stop until I was done with the OVA. That was four days ago. By then, I was hopelessly entangled. I was in love with the show and the guys. I started daydreaming that I was a member of the show's cast, or that I had a Nice Boat of my own. I suddenly had a craving for dicks, so I went out and bought some, and it's all I've been sucking these past few days. And then it got even worse. Two days ago, I watched Magical Heart Kokoro-chan. Now, I'm hopelessly in love with Makoto. All I want from life is to be able to hold Makoto and be able to cheer him up, make him happy again, so I can see his smile again. I fantasize about him becoming real, so I can go out with him, make sweet, sweet, love to him, and marry him and have a happy life with my dear Makoto. The show's given me other side effects, too, which keep getting worse. Whenever I see porn or hentai now, all I can think is "no Nice Boat, not hot." All I can fap to is Makoto doujins. I see Sekai's face and get in a bloodcurdling rage like I've never felt before. She made my Makoto cry! I've stopped caring about my car, which for years was everything to me. I've stopped caring about what I eat, except for a craving for a mouthful of semen. I don't care about any other anime, manga, or any video games. My only realistic desire right now is for an accurate Makoto doll that I can cuddle while I sleep. I get jealous when I see anyone talk about him or post his picture, and pissed off when I hear the word Nice Boat.
Come to me, Makoto! I'll love you, let me make you happy! You're a manly man, let me give you my devotion and love and you'll see that you don't need to be so sad!
I'm crying as I type this.