Now, I've never seen Lucky Star. After hearing "shitsux" enough times, I figured that /a/ had to be right.
I'm looking at this comic and a little bit inside of me is crying. It's not a big part of me. At least, it isn't anymore.
I used to be "that" kid. The odd one that sat alone and ate quietly. The one that sat in the back, listening to the lectures and reading my books. It was peaceful, to be sure... but it was horrible at the same time.
That little bit of me wants to tell her it'll be okay. That this, too, shall pass and things will be better again. I know she's fictional. I know it's just a drawing.
However, I still want to help.