Henri, you are not a tragic character. You are a rich, drunk asian who cyber-stalks women online. If you had more drive you'd elevate yourself to sex criminal, hardly a positive. There is no element to your story that hints at pathos, no element that inspires sympathy. You imagine a vast theatre audience for yourself, thousands of people hanging on your every drunken self-pitying slur, yet spurn the very real people who are trying to help you, and heap scorn on the idea you might even stop drinking. You and a billion other unpleasant, self-centred, self-hating drunks.
In my opinion, the worse part is when you feign suicide or claim suicidal thoughts, because you don't mean it, you're not being sincere, you've never actually tried to obliterate yourself, you are far too narcissistic and selfish to embrace ego-death; it's just another manipulation so people won't take the bottle out of your hand. You also combine it as part of your cyber-stalking, which is utterly despicable, playing on feminine sympathy to attempt to snare a nice girl into your web of self-loathing. Once again I find myself praising Pippa for knowing how to handle a cunt like you, and minimising your impact on other women.
Nobody is putting you in this position but you, Henri. Nobody forces the bottle into your hand, pours out the booze, and then raises it to your mouth. You do that, Henri, just you. And therefore only you can stop doing it. Plenty of professional help on hand to assist you, the drug treatment they use these days is very pleasant indeed, and you clearly have all the free time in the World, but only you can stop raising the glass to your lips. Or drinking it from the bottle because you saw it in a movie when you were a teenager and thought it was edgy, whatever.
So kindly sort yourself out or shut the fuck up, why not?
