Oh no! Michael Ian Black, who is the best and my personal favorite, wrote a post on his blog a couple days ago about how he has been going through a bout of depression and how he feels unworthy as a performer.

Notable Quotes:

Rather than explore the causes of my problems, I’m much more interested in suffocating them under a blanket of complex chemicals.

So it’s a kind of a no-win situation for them. If they don’t encourage me, I think it’s because they think I’m a failure. If they do encourage me I think it’s because they think I’m a failure.

In the last few years I’ve felt less and less like an artist and more and more like a hustler. Now, I like hustlers. I admire their wide-brimmed hats and coats with large lapels, but I don’t know that I want to actually be one.

Fortunately, when you’ve only ever been a C-Lister, you don’t feel like you’re missing that much when you’re treated like a D-Lister.

So thank God for small favors.Anyway, the point is that it’s hard out here for a pimp. And it’s even harder when the ass you’re pimping is your own.

This is terrible. First Sufjan, and now Michael Ian Black! All of the best people in the world are going through depression. If they can’t be happy, what hope do all of us lesser-folks have? I’m just kidding, we have a lot of hope, but this is very very unfortunate.

Via.