I HAVE A LICE UNDER MY ARMPIT THATS GIVING ME WEALTH

I HAVE A LICE UNDER MY ARMPIT THATS GIVING ME WEALTH

I'm not proud of how I got my money. There's a part of me that's broken, and it's feeding off me. Literally. I've got this... thing, under my arm. It's like a parasite, sucking my life away. And it's making me rich.

I was told that when it reaches the size of an apple, I'm done. My life will be over. That's what keeps me up at night - the thought of it growing, getting bigger, until it's too late.

They told me to never wash it, never touch it, never even acknowledge it's there. I'm not allowed to shave my armpit, or put on perfume, or use roll-on deodorant. Just leave it be. So I do. I keep my arm closed, tucked away from prying eyes and noses. People ask me why I'm always holding my arm like that, and I just smile and say it's a habit.

I use only one arm, even when I hug people. I try to keep it hidden, to pretend it's not there. But it's always with me, a constant reminder of the deal I made.

At first, it was tiny, barely noticeable. I thought I could handle it. I thought it was a small price to pay for the life I wanted. But it's grown. It's getting bigger, and I'm getting weaker.

Everyone thinks I'm successful, that I'm living my dream. But the truth is, I'm trapped. I'm trapped by this thing, by the money it brings me. I'm too afraid to get rid of it, because I don't know what will happen to me if I do.

It's like the money's got a hold of me, and it won't let go. I'm stuck in this cycle of feeding it, feeding the thing under my arm, and it's eating away at me.

I know it sounds crazy, but it's real. And I'm scared. I'm scared of what it's doing to me, of what it might do next.

I wish I could go back, do things differently. But I'm stuck. And I don't know how to get out.