You wish you were the one trailing behind me everywhere quietly, holding my fur coat & patiently waiting for me to snap my fingers so you can pull out your credit card & show everyone you’re my walking wallet.
I don't want to hear excuses about how you're struggling with money. Have some dignity & go stand on a street corner holding a tip jar & a sign that says "My Goddess wants new Louboutins".
My day is always better because I never have to wonder if I can afford my own pleasure. I wake up knowing the money in your in account is already mine & you just can't stop proving me right.