>>37099
I've met several people just like you before. There's this really sad archetype of person that is an "inheritance dreamer." They spend their entire lives lusting over the money that they're supposedly going to get "someday." So they do nothing with their lives, they accomplish nothing, they do nothing to better themselves. Because after all, a vast fortune is juuuust around the corner, so why bother?
Of course, the money never comes for one reason or another. There's talk of lawyers and betrayal and how they're going to get the money that's rightfully theirs after X, Y, and Z happens, and that's gonna be any day now for sure. The inheritance dreamer is a perpetual victim, never at fault, always chasing this imaginary high that someday a letter will come in the mail, or the phone will ring, and they'll finally be getting their due. Then everyone will see. They'll wish they had been nicer.
Once the inheritance dreamer turns 50 or 60 years old, and everyone around them is dead, and there's no money and nobody left to blame, the reality hits. It was never going to happen. So they spend the rest of their lives whining and complaining to anyone who will listen about how they were screwed over, and how unfair life is. Because that's all they ever learned how to do.
This is why you live in squalor. The holes in the roof and the mold on the floor don't matter, because someday you'll be rich. Someday. So instead of bettering yourself, or trying to improve your situation here and now, you sit in filth and scream into the void on some internet girl's discussion board about how things will be better for you in the future, after the money comes. You have to tell others about your victimization and your right-around-the-corner triumph. You must tell anyone who will listen. Maybe they'll like you more, or think you're cool, since after all, someday you'll be rich. "Man, you've really been wronged. But you're so great to tough it out like that. You deserve every penny that's coming to you."
You have to do anything you possibly can to make it real, because the truth is just too damn painful.