You don’t need YouTube. You don’t need sympathy. You don’t even need an audience. What you need—desperately—is therapy. Like, deep therapy. Not the “vent to a friend once a week” kind. I mean sit-down-with-a-professional-and-unpack-your-delusions kind. Because the way you spiral, deflect, and rant about minors, accusations, and your victim complex tells me you’ve got wounds no comment section is going to fix.
You call it defending yourself, but it reeks of untreated paranoia and unprocessed trauma. You don’t sound like someone trying to move on. You sound like someone who needs this drama to feel relevant. And trust me, when your only personality trait is being chronically online and emotionally unstable.