



I am the bully you secretly lusted for but we're to scared to do anything about it. The meaner I was, the more you wanted to please me.
You secretly gooned out at home thinking about me and how much you wanted me to use you like the loser you are. You need this so bad, it hurts. So stop fighting it. We both know what you are. You belong at my feet, worshipping.
When you write, be a good wallet and ask permission to send.