Maybe don't randomly bring up last night and how you were doing shit only males would do like watching The World Series game 7. You're a fucking rat, you stay in your hole and eat cheese. Deduction isn't hard.
But you do you, kuhWEEN. Rebel against being an idol. Some of your simps are paying you $100+ in tips/membership per month and likely would for years. But you just had to announce your irl boyfriend who has zero to do with anything.
Should would could doesn't fucking matter at this point. Eugene, Philip, Gilbert, Lawrence, and Jimbob all unsubbed from you. You know who also lost that capital? Your work associates. All the manechans, all the artists, all the opportunities due to your would-be popularity you pissed away.
"REEEEEE!!!"
No. Fuck you. You don't tell us other personal shit, but you just haaaaad to girlboss against the very mother fuckers giving you cash. Which is why I'm glad I've never given you bitches a penny. I'd rather take Eugene and Phil out to the movies. Poor bastards are all down in the dumps now because you had to shit on them. They aren't trying to have transactional relationships while you simultaneously window shop for an upgrade every girl's night out.
