Your life may seem good from an outsider’s perspective. But let’s not forget you’re not good for anything but your money. It’s the only point of value you have. It’s the only reason I care that you even exist. You pay me, and you’re addicted to paying me. It’s what keeps you relevant and present in my life. I wouldn’t bother talking to you if you weren’t my paypig. I use you so shamelessly and thoroughly that it turns us both on.
