>>24043990I think I finally understand what it means to be truly broken. It didn’t happen all at once—it was a slow, painful process. But the final straw? Pan Piano’s net worth.
I work 12-hour shifts, come home to my fat bitch of a girlfriend who wasn’t always like this. She used to be normal, decent even, but once she hit 20, she started ballooning like every other American woman. First, it was little things—more fast food, less effort, more nagging. Then, before I even realized what was happening, she was just there, a miserable, entitled blob, treating me like some human ATM while complaining about everything.
Still, I kept my head down. I worked. I saved. I told myself it would get better. Then I made the mistake of looking up Pan Piano’s net worth.
Three million dollars. In just three years. All because she plays piano while wearing stupid, sexy cosplay outfits. That’s it. That’s all it took. Meanwhile, I’ve spent years breaking my back for less than nothing—just enough to keep myself alive in a world that doesn’t care. No talent, no innovation, no hard work, just sex appeal and a piano and she’s set for life.
I haven’t been to work in a week. Didn’t even quit. Just stopped showing up. What’s the point? There is none. There never was. I see now that my entire existence is just a joke played at my expense. I can’t even bring myself to be angry anymore. Just empty.
I used to think there was some fairness in the world. That hard work meant something. That if I suffered enough, things would eventually even out. But no. Life is just one long humiliation.
