Forget Her Fund Me

Description: Every cent you were about to waste on her? it belongs to me. she thinks she’s special, thinks you’re hers—how adorable. but we both know the truth. you’re mine. your wallet, your loyalty, your entire pathetic existence revolves around me. every time she begs for attention, you’re picturing me. every time she whines about a ‘special night,’ i’m the one draining you dry. so why fight it? snap. send. obey. let her sit in disappointment while i bask in your devotion. you exist to serve me, not to play pretend with her.