It’s funny that she thinks buying Armani socks make her look wealthy and successful. First of all, they are most likely not genuine Armani. Secondly, Emporio Armani is popular mostly among the douchey wannabe rich. The brand is known for making pretty crappy clothes. Georgio Armani is so much better but also much more expensive. Instead of buying crappy Armani socks to show of her imaginary wealth, she could’ve bought socks made from quality materials like cashmere. I actually have some genuine cashmere socks and they are divine. Then again, she probably bought some knock-offs off the Internet.
Her being a bully is neither a revelation nor a surprise. It’s been perfectly clear to anyone who has followed her online for more than five minutes. The passive-aggressive comments, frequent tantrums, Trumpian ego... Textbook mean girl.
Comments like the one above evince the trivial nature of compliments. People who like you will always praise everything you do no matter how mediocre it will be while those who despise you will ever despise everything you do no matter how excellent it will be. Compliments are tribal in nature and have little to do with any objective appreciation of someone’s work. Surely, no one is foolish enough to truly believe that Kenna is in the same league as Leonardo da Vinci or Galileo, are they?
Where do you find motivation to do anything? Maybe check that place where your managed to gather enough motivation to take a fucking photo of yourself against a measuring tape to prove that you are petite enough for your liking, write essay after essay, rambling about nothing of importance, or constantly molest Disney characters with your hogging presence. You are not depressed, Kenna. And don’t you even dare try to romanticize depression. You are a lazy, entitled brat who has never had to make any effort whatsoever in your privileged life. You are bored out of your goddamn mind. That’s your problem. There’s only so long an adult woman, and you are an adult woman by any standard, can pretend to be a Disney character. You are living a selfish and bleak existence, and it’s slowly turning you into an apathetic couch potato.
Sure, blame the “islamophobes.” It’s not like you had a fucking meltdown and deleted hundreds of your videos, which, if you haven’t realized it already, attracted people to your channel. It’s a bit like boarding up nine out of ten windows in your house and then complaining that you’re not getting much sunlight anymore.