All you are to me is a dollar sign. You’re an easy way for me to make cash- a lot of cash. My entire luxurious life is funded by losers just like you. The sort of boys I’ve rejected my entire life, snubbed in favor of more popular friends. You’re still not good enough for me, yet you still pine for me. You have a terrible crush on me, and you just can’t get over me. You’re so desperate for my attention, you’re willing to be a human wallet just so you can play at least some small role in my life. Yes, I’m using you. Yes, its okay. Because you’re finally getting my attention. I smile at you when you spend big on me. You bask in the warmth of my approval when you hand over your paycheck and I tell you what a good boy you are. You are ecstatic to be a wallet for me.