i am not magic. i can not pull millions of dollars out of my wallet and save you. in the end i can't save you anyway, because no matter how much i try, no matter how much money i pour out to you and no matter how much i tell you, you will not get out of this mess because you don't want to make the effort yourself.. you want to keep living exactly the way you do, and it's like you're expecting some sort of miracle to make this mess you've created all disappear. when this started i was there for you, i was telling you what wasn't a good idea but you decided to ignore that and although i knew it was stupid i still stood by you. now that you're stuck in the spot i told you you'd be in, you still refuse to listen to me. what the hell am i meant to do? stand here and watch you destroy yourself in every possible way? i'm stubborn but no one can be more stubborn than yourself. you need to get that head of yours out of the sky, open your eyes to the situation around you and realise you need to change this. realise that i can not make this fucking realisation for you.