Her existence is on par with people living either hospices or nursing homes.
Except the former tend to get supplied with good painkillers and anti-anxiety drugs (that’s if it’s a well funded private one) and latter, in theory, have a family to connect with, time to reflect on their accomplishments, and the chance to make new friends.
Amber has her mom, her dwindling yt audience, the token Ambabies (or AI rendered voices to read ChatGPT created scripts as some people believe) and her fat self.
Her only human contact most days is the potential DoorDash/UberEats driver, an interaction which honestly doesn’t even exist since she just has the person drop of her slop at the door.
Throw in the random doctor visits and that’s Amber pathetic existence. Probably talks in person to about ten people in a given month and that’s being generous. Probably closer to five.
She should just get an AI girlfriend at this point. Then again, knowing Amber, she’d probably ruin that relationship too.
Imagine being too narcissistic, needy and stupid for AI.