The thought of looking at you makes Me sick to My stomach but you just cant take your eyes off of Me. You are so obsessed that you will just sit there at the end of My bed, just like a tiny puppy, jerking off, paying Me & becoming more infatuated while I read & relax. You are obsessed with My perfect soles. You are obsessed with My wriggling toes. You are obsessed with My cute body. You are obsessed with the way I curl My hair around My fingers. You are nothing but another obsessed loser who just can’t help but send everything to Me. It’s hilarious because I honestly can’t stand you but you just can’t stop. We both know how much of a weak, pathetic loser you are - you really do deserve to be used & left BROKE - while I deserve to relax in comfort while i become more & more wealthy, completely on your dime - keep paying for being such a L O S E R & don't stop until you have nothing left.