To The Money I've Recklessly Thrown Away,

I miss you.

Oh, do I miss you.

As a starving and broke brand new college graduate, I find myself reflecting on you often. Your crispy green form that once padded my wallet is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you're in the cash registers of fast food joints and restaurants across our great state. In your place lies old receipts and punch cards that deem me a frequent flyer at many different locations.

I probably didn't need the extra chicken on my bowl at Chipotle, and I could have avoided the three jumbo margaritas at the Mexican restaurant on Thursday. I shouldn't have made it rain money I didn't have when Pringles went on sale at Walmart. I didn't need the Taco 12-Pack from Taco Bell when I drove by, and I know that Guac is extra.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for senselessly throwing you through many drive-thru windows, across counters and swiping my debit card like it has an endless flow of money. I'm sorry for eating like a queen when in all reality I only have $30 in my bank account.

Spending heinous amounts of money on food is something I'm ashamed of, but something I will never be able to refrain from. There's something about the rush of ordering delicious burritos, wonderful plates of cheese fries and juicy chicken sandwiches that make me feel alive.

Forgive me, wallet, for never allowing you to feel full and for removing all of your contents frequently. I'm sorry for filling you with random change instead of letting my money chill in its home.

Regretfully,

The Girl With The Appetite