How dare you proclaim depression when you know naught of what true depression is? He who listens to Johnny Cash should not be depressed, for he have commited a crime agains the House of God, and should suffer infinite pain before an excruciating death. Your being friendzoned is filthy, you know naught of true depression, truly depressed people are not friendzoned but rather gayzoned/straightzoned. Your inability to express your feeling also displays immense inferiority within you, and therefore you should once again, die an excruciating death for we have no need for individuals like you. Your loving her despite knowing that there are major red flags displays how utterly foolish you are, and the only thing agreeable you have stated is that regarding the mutilation of the child. When one is truly depressed, he thinks naught of Amy Schumer, but he rather thinks of Gary Jules, who procured an excellent song often known as “Mad World” (although it is only a cover, it’s excellence remains undeniable). You claim that you don’t know how you’re going to ever fall in love, despite stating that you fell in love with a disgusting female a few sentences above, what is this contradiction? Your being poor is irrelevant, he who makes naught his own wealth are to blame for his being poor, your inability to procurr wealth from what you have is not the universe’s fault but rather of your incompetence. You stated that you “tried suicide 15 times”, but the correct terminology is that you attempted suicide 15 times, not tried, so you failed at conveying your point meaningfully as well. Your need for chocolate is disgusting, you lack the ability to appreciate a more intellectual choice like perhaps Dr. Pepper. And finally I would like to conclude that you are but a mere pseudo-intellect who probably tries to assert his importance by displaying his “profound” interest in Rick and Morty.