Misato Katsuragi Digital Devotion

Everyday I look at one of these edits or photos of Misato and laugh. then, I begin to cry. I cry for I know I will never have Lieutenant Colonel Misato Katsuragi to hold and to hug every night. I cry, for I realize that Misato is only a drawing. A mere idea. I will never have her patting me on the back. I will never be able to cry on her shoulder. I will never be able to smell her sweat or purple hair. I will never meet ANYONE that can provide me the same amount of companionship that Misato will. I know deep down you all think I am crazy, but deep down, seeing all of these posts I make, you only laugh because you feel the same way I do deep inside your heart. Alone. Trapped. Sad. Unlovable. The only woman that will love me is Misato Katsuragi, and I have come to accept it. Mock me, berate and belittle me. I know you only do it to mask your own insecurities. I love Misato, and I always will. None of you will EVER be able to change that. I am closing this post by reiterating this, I understand Misato will never be real. I can only wish. Misato will ONLY be real in my mind, and in my digital recreations of her.

A long, melodramatic confession about crying over edits and photos of Misato Katsuragi, a fictional anime character. The narrator laments that she is only a drawing and declares obsessive devotion to her, framing loneliness and delusion as tragic romance. It is commonly shared as an absurd copypasta or reaction to exaggerated anime crushes and parasocial attachment.

• @eternalclassic / 27866 2023-02-13