Do you know what's funny about you? You are the kind of man that couldn't get attention, even if you wanted to. You've fought your entire life to be known, to be loved, to be thought of, to be considered. But that's just never going to happen for you. You know the truth, I know the truth, but I think there is only one of us here that has fully accepted the reality of this situation. You're life is so insignificant, so worthless that the only want you get attention is by paying me. So you dig deep, time after time. Paying for things I want. Messaging me to ask if you can cover my dinners, my bills, my shopping and sometimes I allow you. Other times I let you sit and fester in your own nothingness because it's good to remind you how much you don't mean to me.