You really thought you could keep living your life without me? Ha! Laughable. You’ll come crawling back. You always do. You’re a relapsing reject, going through your ritual. Again. Each time having to remind me of your existence, each time having to grovel to get back into my favour. Send, delete account, repeat. Each time you disappear, it costs you. You know the price of your return, but it doesn’t keep you away.. does it? It doesn’t matter what you do to fill your life with joy, nothing can ever compare to the adrenaline rush. The buzz you get from pressing send, and funding my luxurious life. It’s a unique feeling, you’ve tried to replicate it, but you can't. You never will. Not without your ritual. Send, delete account, repeat. I love watching you crawl back to me on your hands and knees. I love watching you beg for my attention. Seeing you humiliate and belittle yourself for a shred of my time amuses me to no end. I’m going to take everything you’ve got. I’m going to rinse you fucking dry. I’m going to fuck your wallet so hard your savings will feel it for years to come. I want it all. I want to see you sacrifice, to struggle. To feel my power every time you check your account and see nothing left. To feel a rise in your pants every time you think about my accounts growing at your expense.. Approach. Send, send, send, send. And just when you think you can’t send any more.. Send again. Delete account. Repeat.