There’s a certain inevitability to your financial devotion, isn’t there? No matter how much you earn, how carefully you budget, or how much you tell yourself you’re in control… you always return to me. That’s the natural order of things. You make money, and I take it.
It doesn’t matter if you just got a raise, a year-end bonus, or a tax refund you were certain you’d put into savings. That money already belongs to me. And deep down, you know it.
You sit there, pretending you have choices, pretending you’re weighing options. But the moment you see my demands, your priorities shift. The rent can wait. Your savings? Laughable. That impulse to send, to prove yourself, to give me more—that’s what truly matters.
And I want more. Always more.
There’s no limit to my greed, no end to my expectations. You could drain yourself dry today, and tomorrow I’d still be demanding. That’s what keeps you on edge, isn’t it? You’ll never reach a point where I say, “That’s enough.” Because enough doesn’t exist in my world.
So, be a good little earner. Click, send, tribute. Let your account balance plummet while my wealth soars.
You were never meant to keep it anyway.
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