I know many enjoy the trainwreck of a drug arc, but Chantal high on edibles might be where I draw the line. She's just peak obnoxiousness and grossness, in this state. I can't stand the way she romanticizes addiction by couching it in cutesy language, telling her chat "Yes, today I's Beezin.'

" No, bitch. Today, you're using. Like you did yesterday. Like you will tomorrow. Let's call a spade a spade.
It's not really

levels of mad, but it unsettles the part of my brain that thinks choices should have consequences. It's easy to look at Chantal's physical decline and think that she's not really getting 'away' with anything because no doubt, her body keeps the true score.
But when she hops on camera, blissed-out and covered in the same crusty glitter for days and days, totally unbothered, I'm reminded that she actually has successfully accomplished 1 thing in her 37 years of life. She's created a world in which she is psychologically-shielded from reality. She only requires the cozy blanket of food, edibles and attention to sustain this false sense of security.
I'm not sure how it ends; only that it
will prematurely. She's too adept at sticking her dirty fingers in her ears to hear the sound of the train barreling towards her.
Apologies if this was already posted, but I saw it on Reddit and it's just so perfectly Chantal: