I will never care about you. Point blank, period. It does not matter how much you send, how much I ruin you, how much I toy with you and step inside of your mind...the second you stop pressing that pretty send button, you cease to exist to Me. My attention is a luxury. Being an object at My disposal is a privilege. It’s expensive to please Me, but you just can’t help yourself. You need to see Me smile, need to fulfill your purpose...or else you don’t exist.