I don’t give a fuck about you. You already know that, and yet... Here you are. Hoping maybe, just maybe, I’ll say you’re good for something. Tell you I care. Tell you you’re special. You’re not... You’re just like all the others, eager to please, lacking significance. You’re just another wallet to drain. Spend all you want (and I know you will), but nothing will change the fact that I don’t give a fuck about you.