What matters to you? #True
I love people. Not because they're smart or pretty or loaded. I love them because they breathe, because they get scared, because they laugh at nothing, because they hurt the same way I do.
Money? It just makes noise. Some have piles, some have nothing-and we act like that decides who's human. But it doesn't.
You're still you. I'm still me. Same blood, same quiet nights, same dumb hope.
So I don't count. I just see. And I love. All of you. No ranking. No bullshit. Just... real.