Phil, a heartfelt message from me to you.
I'm not a spiteful person but I truly want you to feel what real anxiety is. The kind that actually cripples you. The kind that takes over your life and controls it with an iron fist.
The kind where your brain physically changes the way it behaves to make you feel that way all the time. The kind where you don't get off with just a bad night sleep, but with years of terrible sleep to the point it drives you insane.
The kind where your body physically suffers and grinds to a halt.
I have been living that life for years and after hearing your rant from yesterday, I genuinely want you to experience it.
Not because I hate people or am a psychopath, but because you keep whining and complaining without changing a single fucking thing.
A person cannot have genuine money problems when:
- He can still afford to eat out once a week, minimum (excluding pre-made overpriced food and probably a fuck ton of extra premium grade snacks and whatever else disappears into that gut)
- He can afford to waste money on mobile games
- He lives in a house in an area multiple hundreds of thousands of dollars above his means
After a certain point you lose all the right to pity and that point has now been crossed more than a hundred times over.
The only thing deserving pity here is your emotional intellect for trying to pull this shit on stream.
I can't wait for that medical emergency and all the paypigs have flown, know that I will be watching