Every waking thought is consumed by Me. You start your day wondering how you can get my attention and go to bed each time feeling like you failed. Gifts, triple digit sends, reimbursements, you do it all. No matter what though, at the end of the day, you’ll never get enough of my attention. Four digit sends can fill the void I’ve left in your psyche for a few hours but it’s only a matter of time until you are desperate for me again. Everything reminds you of me, everything reminds you of how much more you could be giving me. I’ll always leave you wanting more.