'...the people closest to me...'
Who the fuck is that? Fatty has no friends, no work friends, no real job, no hobbies, no clubs she belongs to, nothing. As for family...a dad she's not seen in over 10 years and never even bothered to get in touch with his 'cancer' riddled daughter. Brothers who are in sealed adoption situation type deals. Another brother who is either still in prison, or will be headed back there soon enough. Methmom who turned up for money, didn't get any, and hasn't been seen in over 2 years. She's probably beating up a service dog, somewhere... ah, the animal loving Reids.
All she has is her pet nigga slave, who is only there for the money. As soon as the holidays come around, where is My Gorlfriend? Back in NYC with people that she cares about, leaving her beloved 600 pound ATM to eat herself into a coma.
Fatty has nothing and no one. With her health and mobility there will never be another gorlfriend to mooch off. The only reason Fatty has anyone in her life is thanks to YT shekels and as the money becomes less, so does the number of 'friends' she has.At this point all she has is My Gorlfriend, who is that interested in Fatty, that Fatty spends most days begging for anyone to ask her questions about herself.
What a fucking existence.