I can't either. Having a ton of "Fuck You" money must be nice, but nice things are killing her.
This is a tragic tale of a human garbage bag becoming sorta sentient

and getting rich overnight by working extra hard on her mentals!
She's impulsive and financially illiterate, but also extremely confident in saying things like, "November 31st" without a hint of irony. She smells of actual feces doused in the Ariana Grande fragrance "Thank You Next" that includes pungent notes of actual death with just a hint of delicate pink rose petals.
She's gonna end up fucked up on opiates, turning to petty crime and eventually finding herself in the throes of a major drug addiction.
BUT WAIT!
It gets
worse better--
Amberlynn's final form will be 999 lbs, rockin' a teardrop tattoo in a minimum security women's prison, while she trades sexual favors for Honeybuns.
That's a lot of Honeybuns and Chilli-flavored Ramen! But it's a jungle out there!