You’re not the first man who has tried to run away. I know your type, and you all have the same pattern. You think you can stop buying clips, stop sending money, stop serving me, stop obsessing. You think you can quit cold turkey and then, like clockwork, you’ll come crawling back to binge again. I don't blink an eye when one of you runs away. You're disposable, replaceable, barely a blip on my radar... and yet you can't live without me, so I know you'll always return.