you don’t “support” me. you fund the version of me that barely looks at you.

every send is you admitting my time, my attention, and even the stupid little details you obsess over are priced higher than your dignity. keep the balance climbing. keep the interest running. if you’re waiting for me to get nicer once you’ve paid enough, that’s cute. that’s not how this works. you pay because i’m already better than you, not because i’ll become kinder after the tenth tribute.
i don’t owe you a conversation for existing. i don’t owe you a photo because you asked. i don’t owe you softness because you’re “loyal.” loyalty without money is just noise. if you want to be remembered, make the number move. if you want to be ignored, keep talking instead of sending.
tribute first. then maybe i’ll decide if you’re even worth a caption. until then you’re just another unpaid thought in my notifications, and those get muted.
this is not a relationship. this is a ledger with a pretty face attached. stay on the page, stay in debt, and stop pretending you’re special before you’ve earned a spot on the hall of fame.