Dear Money,
Seems like it's been years since we've hung out comfortably. Now you're always on the run. To be quite frank, I feel like you're using me. Every time I think we're finally on good terms you go and fuck it all up within a matter of minutes! Why is it so easy for you to just peace out whenever you please?
Come to think of it, you've never really been there for me. And when you are there for me you just get me super drunk and you're gone by the morning.
Money, I'm not trying to sound bitter but.... I'm in love with you and I feel like you're spending your time with other people, people who don't deserve you. Come back to me. Let's spend some good, quality time together. Is there ever a chance we can make this relationship work, or are you just going to come and go as you please? If I'm going to have you, I want to have ALL of you. Not just a little.
P.S. Stop trying to get me fat, it's not funny.
Sincerely,
Geneva
