June 22nd Meltdown: Difference between revisions

Daniel: I’m going to need Grace VanderWaal and her entire management to be watching this and reach out to me ASAP. *phone notification *

Daniel: I want Andrew held fully responsible for this entire mess. I want all of my money back and I want Bob to get his money back… *holds up a squashed Twisted Tea can * because if this is what I do to make a living right now, and at $5 a day, fuck you Andrew. I’m lucky to be alive.

Daniel: *rhythmically * Grace… VanderWaal.

Daniel: *sobs a bit, then does the angry tongue and hits his head a bit * Like this, Andrew?! *hits his head some more * This is what Bob and I do every single time you don’t listen to us! Even he’s to a point to where he’s-  

Daniel: *sobbing, then hits his head a bit more, groans and continues sobbing * He’s gonna fucking ruin me! *starts hitting his groin, groaning with each punch * Like that, Andrew? You like that? *begins hitting his head while doing the angry tongue, starts sobbing, voice goes high-pitched * What do you say now, fucking Andrew, that you fucking destroyed my life? *punches a wall * I wanna fucking kill myself now because of this guy. FUCK YOU ANDREW! FUCK YOU! (heavy breathing) Maybe you should’ve just fucking listened to me, bitch! You’re taking this way too far, months on end. Months on fucking end and you’ve destroyed my entire fucking family. You have destroyed us financially, I can’t even afford the fucking court stuff just for your fucking… oh my god! And Bob is demanding money. Bob is demanding everything. Oh my god. *angry tongue * I don’t know what to think. Bob’s mental health is dropping, my mental health is dropping, my mother’s mental health is dropping, my dad’s mental health is dropping. What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck am I to blame? I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m just doing what Andrew tells me until I hit my fucking breaking point because I can’t put up with this guy. He’s telling me to not go to court. He’s telling me to just wait things off and do everything with the team, but the team won’t even fucking work together. I’m calling him again.

Daniel: [appears to have calmed down a bit] OK, Tiffany is telling me that I’m doing the right thing, Bob’s telling me I’m doing the right now. My fans are trying to get a hold of Andrew because it’s at that level now. The fans are trying to contact him. I’ve now literally given Andrew’s number to my fans to try to have them help to contract Andrew… and we still can’t get a hold of him. And I’ve heard from Bob he can no longer take this anymore. He says it’s too much stress, my mother can’t even be around me because she’s saying that it’s too much stress for her, because my mother is so men- I mean disabled that you know, it would kill her of stress, and I’m the only person that’s actually doing the right thing in this entire flippin’ chaos. *Daniel’s phone beeps * I’m the only person that’s actually like, trying. What the fuck?

Daniel: *sighs *OK, so Andrew also told me way back in last November that he was going to get me security because I’m so popular. He was going to put, you know, like get me bodyguards for in-person, he was going to do everything to keep me safe. Where the fuck is that Andrew? *Daniel’s phone starts notifications * Why aren’t you doing it? It’s almost uh, it’s almost going on a year later and now my phone’s fucking blowing up because of you. You’re putting me in more fucking danger, bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! You’re fired! *angry tongue *

Daniel: You know what’s crazy? So I’ve talked to so many other clients within the same disability service as Andrew, and they’re all having the same issue with him. Other clients have told me the same situation that they’ve been dropped from services and that their life has been ruined. Something is fucking corrupt. What’s stupid is when I signed the contract for my disability service, it literally thstated that they could have full power over me even though I was my own legal guardian. The only way that I can actually get freedom is by- *Daniel’s phone starts ringing, he declines the call while doing the Angry Tongue * …is by quitting. Now, see what you’re doing, Andrew? You’re making my phone fucking go fucking ballistic, motherfucking bitch! You’re putting me in danger and I don’t think you realize that! All these phone calls are my fucking fans getting angry because I’m going fucking viral because of you! I don’t think you realize that ! I have to block all these fucking bitches!