How does it feel loser? How does it feel to need Me so much that you don't mind how terribly I treat you. I can do what I fucking want to you and you keep crawling back for more. you know that I don't even like you, in fact I despise you, you make Me feel sick, but you carry on helplessly loving Me, dreaming of worshipping the ground I walk on. you know that the only way that I'll even allow you to carry on being a part of My life is if you carry on working, earning and giving Me all you earn. So be a good pay pig and send Me some vouchers.