From Leisuretown's description/donate page
The characters in Leisure Town have nowhere to go. They’ll never be immortalized in print or make that leap to the silver screen. They can’t compete with robust, animated entertainment available elsewhere. They lie awake each night staring at the ceiling, afraid of their dwindling bank accounts and afraid of tomorrow.
At the core of their depression is an even harsher reality. Throwing money at a problem doesn’t always fix it. They could receive millions of dollars and still not have the strength to get up off the floor and participate in the world around them. They can’t imagine anyone giving two shits about their stupid opinions, their insignifcant problems, or their life stories.
They hate themselves. They consider suicide at least once or twice a day. At no point do they ever stop wondering if there might be a kind, conscious force at work somewhere at the universe, a god or a goddess like yourself willing to bear witness to their lives.
At the core of their depression is an even harsher reality. Throwing money at a problem doesn’t always fix it. They could receive millions of dollars and still not have the strength to get up off the floor and participate in the world around them. They can’t imagine anyone giving two shits about their stupid opinions, their insignifcant problems, or their life stories.
They hate themselves. They consider suicide at least once or twice a day. At no point do they ever stop wondering if there might be a kind, conscious force at work somewhere at the universe, a god or a goddess like yourself willing to bear witness to their lives.