Dear Bank Account,
We've been through so much together. The highs, the lows and the overdraws. You've been my best friend and my worst enemy. You've been a source of pride and a topic of shame. I'd have nothing without you (literally), and I'm so glad that my parents' co-signature on you brought us together.
I first would like to say that I'm sorry. We both know I don't treat you right sometimes. Did I need that dress I ordered last week? No, probably not. And I know that it seriously hurt you when I went and ordered it anyway, without even checking to see if you were in good shape. You weren't. You were on the brink of death, somewhere in the $30-40 ballpark range. I never meant to hurt you. It was selfish, and you deserve someone more caring and fiscally responsible. I swear that I'll work on being better, just give me time and promise to stay not that empty for now.
I'm sorry that I don't check you as often as I should. Honestly, it scares me. Who knows if you'll be in the hundreds, in the tens or, dare I say it, in the low single digits. I'm sorry for ignoring you when I know that you're not doing too well, but hey, ignorance is bliss, right?
Thank you for always holding it down and letting me do fun things that I enjoy. Without you, I couldn't buy coffee or go bowling or go out to dinner. I would live a sad life, because Chipotle costs money, and without you I have none. I am so thankful that you let me make it rain every now and again. You and payday always know how to turn my frown upside-down.
I'm trying to create a better future for us, babe. I'm out here applying for internships, trying to get a job with some semblance of a post-recession salary, so that I can make you full and strong. One day, we'll look back on the days that my card got declined at Taco Bell at 3:45 a.m. on a $3.59 purchase, because you know what? We shall overcome. One day, we may be able to finance a shared two bedroom apartment in a cheap yet trendy area of Brooklyn, and the world shall be ours. So I know times are tough, and that I may eat mostly ramen and cereal, but one day we can go to an Applebee's, and together we can get the expensive salad, and maybe even a diet coke. I believe in us. I really do.
Yours,
Your very broke college student owner who hopefully gets paid this Friday
P.S. I'm sorry I lie to my mom when she asks how you are
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