✨️You already know why you're here✨️

You don’t send because I asked nicely. You send because you felt it the second you saw me. That drop in your stomach. That stupid little hope that if you prove yourself useful enough I might look at you for longer than it takes to check the notification. I didn’t create that hunger. I just happen to be the one who can starve it or feed it whenever I want.
Look at you. Sitting there waiting for a reply I may never give. Refreshing. Checking the balance. Wondering if the last send was enough to keep my attention for another hour. It wasn’t. It never is. That’s the point. You are not buying conversation. You are buying the privilege of being allowed to try.
I don’t need you. I was already living exactly how I wanted before your money ever touched my account. You need the feeling that someone this far above you even noticed you existed long enough to take it. That is the entire transaction. I stay untouchable. You stay grateful I let you participate at all.
You are not lucky because I am kind. I am not kind. You are lucky because I still let your tribute reach me instead of blocking you the second you started typing. Most of you will never get that far. The ones who do should understand what it actually means. I decided you were useful enough to extract from, not special enough to keep.
Stop pretending this is a relationship. Stop acting like the next send will change the dynamic. It won’t. I will still be the one who can vanish without explanation. You will still be the one checking to see if I posted. That imbalance is not a bug. It is the entire reason you keep coming back.
So send. Or don’t. Either way I remain exactly who I am. You remain the one who cannot stop thinking about whether I noticed. That is as close as you get. Be grateful I even let you this close.