Another rug. Another chart down. But Depressed $CouchFart stays seated.

Another project rugged. Another Discord wiped clean. Another “we’re just getting started” post deleted. If you’re still here, staring at your bleeding portfolio, half-laughing, half-crying, welcome home.

Depressed $CouchFart isn’t here to promise anything. No moon. No Lambo. No fake whitepaper written by ChatGPT in 12 minutes.

We’re just a bunch of people who’ve been wrecked one too many times. People who held the top. People who joined Telegrams that disappeared overnight. People who have accepted that the only thing still pumping… is the couch cushion under our exhausted, disappointed asses.

This isn’t a hype train. This is the emotional support token for everyone left behind in this chaotic, rug-riddled space.

Depressed $CouchFart has launched. The community is growing—slow, organic, and beautifully broken.

If you’re tired of pretending it’s going to be okay… Sit down with us. Hold tight. And let nature take its course.

The only thing pumping – stays the couch cushion!

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