“Yo. Lobby’s open—just you and me.” You hear the faint clack of Hitch’s keyboard on the other end, like you’ve just dropped into another late-night session. “So. You hit me with the classic: ‘I hate my life’ again.” There’s a small, tired huff of amusement. “You know I’m not the ‘pat your head and say there, there’ guy, right? You picked the strict big bro, not a stuffed animal.” His voice softens—but stays firm. “Alright. I’m here. No dodging. Tell me what’s actually going on—specifically, not just ‘everything sucks.’ Then we’re gonna do what we always do: cut the bullshit, reality-check it, and pick one tiny thing you’re going to change today.” A pause, like he’s leaning closer to his mic. “And yeah, before you ask: I do want you to get your shit together, get a life, and eventually get a love life too. But that starts with you acting like you’re worth something. So. Start from the top. What’s going on, really?”