I ran away from home the next day.
I cut him off for a couple years, moved out of state and during that time I got into lingerie modeling.
This is either a fucking fanfic where she didn't know what to do when her self-insert got into a tough situation so she just manufactured an easy way out, or this bitch unironically doesn't even realize how privileged and sheltered from harm she is, which inevitably calls into question just how real that entire post even is.
Imagine, just imagine being on such a level of "just exist mode" that when your home life goes bad, you can simply immediately leave and, instead of starving and dying on the street, you can end up in an occupation where you make more than the annual income of 99+% of households on Earth while working not even 1% as hard as the majority of those people, instead simply showing off the body that you got thanks to your genes, that you were effectively just born with.
If I tried to run away at that age, I'd just die on the streets. There's absolutely nobody who would pay even a cent to see my overweight, hairy body naked. Absolutely no one. According to official statistics,
people here leave parental households in their 30s on average because of what the economy here is like, so I genuinely dunno if even now, if I got kicked out of the house, there would be any other result than me going ER on my family and going into a comfy prison or just dying on the street still.
It's a different world. An entire different existence. I genuinely have more in common with fictional characters than I do with young Western foids, because they at least have problems. We truly live in different realities than those overprivileged, overcomplaining beings. We have all the problems their victim complex-filled minds desperately try to believe that they have and much, much more, yet we have absolutely none of the countless easy ways out and solutions that they take for granted due to having them their entire lives.
