I'm going to get serious for a second (lol ok), she does have mental health problems - but most likely not the ones she's always rattling on about. I love being lazy, I love not working - but after a while, I feel like I have no purpose and I need to do something, to work, to go out, to change my habits.
She has been unemployed presumably her entire adult life, she has no goals, she moves from boyfriend to boyfriend & I am fairly sure she wouldn't be that size if she had absolutely any drive to go out & enjoy the world. But she contains herself to whichever boyfriend she's with, and thinks that's happiness?
There is definitely some mental illness going on. When I had my last bought of extreme depression I was 18, and had just started a new job, overworked and overtired. So I quit it and did exactly what she does (minus tit singing & ordering from every takeaway within a 10 mile radius.) She's not right in the head & there's no way she's genuinely happy, but she's being enabled by all her bug eyed, unseasoned chicken little 'fans'. She needs help. And a swift boot up the arse. In reverse order.
She has been unemployed presumably her entire adult life, she has no goals, she moves from boyfriend to boyfriend & I am fairly sure she wouldn't be that size if she had absolutely any drive to go out & enjoy the world. But she contains herself to whichever boyfriend she's with, and thinks that's happiness?
There is definitely some mental illness going on. When I had my last bought of extreme depression I was 18, and had just started a new job, overworked and overtired. So I quit it and did exactly what she does (minus tit singing & ordering from every takeaway within a 10 mile radius.) She's not right in the head & there's no way she's genuinely happy, but she's being enabled by all her bug eyed, unseasoned chicken little 'fans'. She needs help. And a swift boot up the arse. In reverse order.