Can you imagine the reality of this life. He’s alone always alone. He wakes up every morning with zero purpose. He has not 1 friend. He never visits people, never sits down and has chats with anyone. No going out for food, cinema, anything. I think he must be the loneliest man ever. It’s made him bitter as fuck. He’s so jealous of Boo it hurts. He would love a partner, anyone just so he had someone. I reckon his dad asks him to leave house for few days every now and then so as him and his wife can have privacy. His being by himself so much is affecting his mental state. He looks deranged these days. His only way of coping? Living in his fantasy world, singing to a phone, pretending he has ppl, when he’s dancing and singing he makes weird as fuk facial expressions that just ain’t normal. He talks to himself so much as it’s all he has. I would never feel sorry for him as it’s all he deserves. He will die a withered old man who’s angry, bitter, and blames the world for everything. I also reckon he takes some kind of relaxant for anxiety that he’s probs told him doctor so much lies. As he at times is way too spaced out, slurred speech. He’s living his own karma right now but instead of trying to have some kind of private dignity he’s allowing everyone to be a watcher to his fucked up, lonely, sad, pathetic all his own doing life. I’m loving it all. I hope he ends up in his own hell.