Oh wow, nothing says “critical thinking” like filming a full rant about your latest breakout and somehow blaming Trump for it.

She blames everyone else except herself. This is a textbook case of Trump Derangement Syndrome.

This is what my face looks like because of all the stress that I’ve endured in my life this past year. And I know it’s not the worst, but I usually have very clear skin. And this is what stress, worrying about money, worrying about whether I’m putting food on my table, not getting enough sleep because of the stress, this is what it does to you.

What is the point of being alive, actually? What is the point of it in this country? We pay to work. I can’t even afford my rent. I live in a shoebox on the outskirts of the city.

I don’t even live in the city. I can’t even afford to put groceries on the table. I work six days a week.

I get yelled at by guests at my job because their food’s not coming quickly enough. I work at a fine dining restaurant. I can’t even afford the food on the menu.

It’s so dystopian to know that there’s guests that are in there ordering this food. Don’t even finish it. They’re yelling at us about where’s their food.

They’re insufferable. They act like they’re the only table there. They’re very unkind and inconsiderate.

They stay way past closing. They don’t care if we have homes to get to, partners, pets, or that we simply just want to get rest. All of that, working there, and the people that work there can’t even afford the food on the menu, let alone their rent, by working there.

Everybody at my job has to work a second job. I work two jobs. I work six days a week.

Still can’t afford anything. And I have a degree. I have a bachelor’s degree in digital marketing.

And I own a business for 10 years. Doesn’t matter. This country is a joke.

Look what it does to somebody. This is what it does. This is like real life stress.

And I eat a clean diet. I don’t drink alcohol either. Like, I don’t eat fried food.

Like, I don’t have energy drinks. I don’t drink soda. I don’t eat candy on a regular basis.

I have a sweet treat every once in a while. This is what my face looks like because of stress. It’s impossible.

And on top of that, nobody has compassion anymore. Everyone’s fucking rude. Everyone.

My managers are rude. Just common people are rude. Friends.

I’m losing friends. I can’t take it. I can’t do this anymore.

I decide to unsubscribe. I’m unsubscribing from all of it, actually. At this very moment.

I love it when I get a notification, your rent is due. Thanks for the notification. Thanks for taking the time to send me the notification.

I don’t have it. I don’t have rent. Please.

It’s not going to be here on time. Sorry, babe. Just like how the property management group, my dishwasher’s been broken since before Thanksgiving.

And they still have, there’s no urgency to get myself a new dishwasher. So there’s no urgency to pay the rent because of that. Yep.

And then every single man that I’ve dealt with this past year just wants to throw me around the ringer. Treat me like I’m not a human being. Discard me.

Talk to me like shit. I’m done. I’m just done.

I don’t care about anything anymore. I’m not following the rules anymore because when I follow the rules, look what happens. This happens.

Nothing happens. Nothing good happens. It just takes, takes, takes, takes, takes away from me.

So no, I’m not paying my bills on time. You can all fucking die in a fire if you expect that. No, I’m not dating anybody.

I’m unsubscribing from that because it just makes me feeling used like a wet mop. No, I’m not doing any of it. I’m not having children either.

I couldn’t imagine bringing a kid into this world. I love kids more than anything. I could not imagine having one in the state of this world.

And it’s not going to get better, by the way. It’ll get better when I decide to live internationally one day, not here. I am done.

I’m done with everything. I’m not following any rules. It doesn’t do any of me justice anyway.

It doesn’t give me anything. It just leaves me hanging out to dry and feeling like absolute dog shit. So if you like the take of not following the rules anymore, saying fuck you to this dystopian society that is being created and built around us and we have no control, we’re fighting every single day just to survive.

If you’re over it, please follow along because I don’t care anymore and I’m excited to not care. I don’t care. Let’s not care together.

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