My inner demons are named hellacious things like depression and anxiety and... acid reflux...
Another veto issued posthaste!
In the classical tragedy that is your life, this is the overt omen in the opening act which signals the beginning of your self-brought downfall. We've even got a classical chorus of simps on here to score the scene.
I cant help but feel like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed bro. That perhaps your tude is unwarranted and youre just flush in the face seeing me get some one-on-one on with our audience?
Anywho dont count yourself out yet amigo im sure theres a bunch of dirk fans chomping at the bit to mingle mano a mano.
Perhaps you've forgotten that I'm not so insecure as to care about you working the crowd? Maintaining the bountiful fields of parasociality is just good business. Reaping awe, admiration, and unhealthy attachment from loyal fans not fully aligned with reality is where the money's at.
I'm just trying to save you from yourself, bro. Think of how hard it is on the team when we have to delay going live because you got a nasty tummyache and brain freeze combo as your reward for indulging in the midday margaritas.
Fret not i am already swiftly attempting to remedy your empty boxes.
You ought to remedy your nonexistent guard positioning so as to not eat so many blows to the kisser. Might be why you're experiencing such inner turmoil before bed, bro.
Oh gee bro dont you know i feel you and your guidance in most everything i do! Like when i sleep with a bag of frozen peas under my stuffy ear from your boxing or like when i sit on a tack because youre kind of a PAIN IN THE ASS.
You're sore from both my tough love and firm hand despite becoming better for it, I get that. No need to try and downplay my achievements by calling it a tack, though.