You're nothing but a wallet to me, my own little personal human ATM. Your worth is measured by the zeros in your bank account, and I'm the one who gets to decide how much you're worth. You are going to love the feeling of being drained by me and always crave more. No amount you send will ever be enough. You’re replaceable, but my attention is priceless. Every dollar you send is another second I’ll tolerate your existence. Send me all you've got, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider you worthy.