Remember that "nice guy" act? Yeah — it’s rotting now.
Watching you scramble to save face was pathetic: sweat-stained shirt, shaky tweets, begging randos to take your side.Your little fan club evaporated like spilled beer on a hot sidewalk.
Turns out "everyone’s friend" was just a snot-nosed brat cosplaying as a saint.
Now you sit alone in that dark room, refreshing dead notifications, realizing nobody cares about your victim speeches.That hollow feeling in your gut?
That’s your ego starving.
And baby — there’s no coming back from that.