if you're reading this, you owe me money. I don't know how much. I don't care why. but you've been looking at my content, breathing my air, existing in my space. pay up or get out.
I don't care if it's rent week. I don't care if it's your last $50. I don't care if you have to skip meals. I care about one thing: did you send? yes or no. everything else is an excuse I didn't ask for.
"what do I get if I send?" the privilege of my existence. the rush of my attention. the addiction you'll never shake. also maybe a voice note calling you pathetic if you're lucky.