This is all just astoundingly depressing. I used to think--back in what can now reasonably be called the good old days--that Chantal's life was pathetic. Filmed mukbangs where she'd just sit at the kitchen counter or at Bibi's table and just shovel in vast quantities of food, making up bullshit stories, pretending that she had goals and aspirations. Bloated beyond comprehension, depressed, but still somewhat functional enough to fake being on diets and do elaborate makeup. Looking back, those years of mukbangs were when Chantal and her channel were actually...normal.
Now? This has to be some kind of Faustian pact. She brings in thousands of dollars a month, but she can't enjoy it by doing anything worthwhile or meaningful. She gets all of the attention that she's ever wanted, but it's of the most negative kind. She has male attention, but the guy is a hideous, unemployed drug fiend. People are definitely talking about her, but it's due to her grotesque infamy. She has battered and beaten any chance she could have ever had to turn her life around, to make her life into something worth living, to develop her stupid channel into something worth watching for the "Live Laugh Love" crowd. Chantal is so irrevocably, irredeemably stupid, she took every advantage she had thrown at her and willingly decided to become a drugged-out freak show for a handful of pesos that she spends on crackheads and fast food. There is no going back from this now; she's absolutely fucked, and she chose to have it this way.
Now. Will the mad bitch just stroke out or have a heart attack on-camera already? I've invested far too much time in this idiot for her not to have some kind of incident that puts her in a permanent state of helplessness.; unfortunately, she appears to be like The Terminator, or like that robot in the sequel who was made of mercury and constantly sprung back into shape without any lasting damage. However, if being a cripple is good enough for Jack Scalfani, it's good enough for this absolute imbecile.
