B
Bypochtbonia
Ever wonder why Elaine is always online?(other than the meth) It’s because she has no friends (her cope is that she’s an introverted incel). She keeps these videos to remind her of the days when people tolerated her. Her proudest moments; the glory days. In them she’s just a screeching autist, a drunken chav. Imagine having to put up with her IRL
She does some awful screeching
Alone screaming on the street, as her former friend films, mortified at what she’s witnessing
Screeching as her former friends can do nothing but look on in fear, quite clearly shown in their eyes, at this ghoulish creature before them
She can only keep friends who don’t know her, which is an ever smaller niche of people in this sphere. And only people online, people she’ll never meet, or people that will know her and ultimately reject this spastic chav whore. That makes her comfortable and safe in her ever smaller hugbox, where she presents an idealized persona of someone that isn’t her, but someone she so desperately wants to appear as. Living in an idealized delusion, where she’s not stupid, it’s the world. She’s not incompetent, she’s an epic rich leet haxor. Everything’s she’s not. Complete with cucked online simps who are forced to reinforce this paranoid schizophrenic delusion
Someday her daddy is going to kick her out of his modest middle class attached dwelling, at 12 Forres Garden Lane, and she’ll have to face reality. That is of course the police don’t get her first. I’ll showcase her dad’s attached dwelling later (it’s not even worth 1 million pounds)
She does some awful screeching
Alone screaming on the street, as her former friend films, mortified at what she’s witnessing
Screeching as her former friends can do nothing but look on in fear, quite clearly shown in their eyes, at this ghoulish creature before them
She can only keep friends who don’t know her, which is an ever smaller niche of people in this sphere. And only people online, people she’ll never meet, or people that will know her and ultimately reject this spastic chav whore. That makes her comfortable and safe in her ever smaller hugbox, where she presents an idealized persona of someone that isn’t her, but someone she so desperately wants to appear as. Living in an idealized delusion, where she’s not stupid, it’s the world. She’s not incompetent, she’s an epic rich leet haxor. Everything’s she’s not. Complete with cucked online simps who are forced to reinforce this paranoid schizophrenic delusion
Someday her daddy is going to kick her out of his modest middle class attached dwelling, at 12 Forres Garden Lane, and she’ll have to face reality. That is of course the police don’t get her first. I’ll showcase her dad’s attached dwelling later (it’s not even worth 1 million pounds)
down there
