I have 3 PlayStation accounts. One I use for almost everything, one that has PS Plus because I wanted to be able to share it with my siblings, and one I use for Destiny because my first account had glitched drop probabilities. If I want to get a PS4 and play online, I'll have to buy a PS Plus subscription for my two personal accounts ($100/yr), and if I want to still be able to play the games I've gotten for PS3 through PS Plus, I'll have to keep renewing the subscription on the shared account ($150/yr). My step brother has ADHD and our parents couldn't trust him with anything, so I let him use the shared account for a while without giving him the password. After so many years, he's basically made the account his. He's added tons of users to the friends list and all of his good stuff is on that account now, for CoD, Destiny, Diablo, everything. Ever since Sony decided to decrease the number of PS3 systems you could have an account active on from 5 to 2, I've gotten the raw end of the deal as my younger brother and step brother have it on their systems most of the time. As an added bonus for my step brother, when he got a PS4 he insisted on putting the shared account on it, and now I'm paying for his ability to play online. I'm broke and have a mental inability to work a job I hate. I've tried 3 different ones and applied for dozens more. I started outlining ideas for games and writing novels because that's what I can actually get into, and it's what I love. Unfortunately, nobody around me wants me to pursue my interests. Parents, grandparents, siblings, friends, acquaintances, all think I need to get a "real" job. "Is writing a book going to pay the bills?" - my dad. I'm staying at my dad's until August 7th. I was supposed to come out here to take care of puppies, but it turns out the vet made a mistake and there was never going to be any. My dad also wanted me to come out here to get me some help. I've been to a doctor and he gave me some new allergy medicine. I'm going to see a sleep doctor and neurologist about Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS) and insomnia. My dad thinks I'll magically become just like a normal person after this is all over. I'll sleep 8 hours a night and work a 9-to-5 job. I'll work all of my life doing something I have no interest in and get fat and die. It's the American way. Getting a little ranty here so I'll cut it short. The message of the story is I'm going to find a way to either show everyone that I'm not like them or just stop caring about their opinions all together so I can start making some money doing something I like and continue to pay for everyone's stuff. Also PC gaming is best.