I'm too busy creating content for my loyal admirers to acknowledge your existence. Watch as I edit my latest masterpiece, chatting with someone who actually matters, and taking notes on how to make my next video even better. You, on the other hand, are just a forgotten soul, invisible to my eyes and ears. How does it feel to be so irrelevant?

I'm too busy creating content for my loyal admirers to acknowledge your existence. Watch as I edit my latest masterpiece, chatting with someone who actually matters, and taking notes on how to make my next video even better. You, on the other hand, are just a forgotten soul, invisible to my eyes and ears. How does it feel to be so irrelevant?