11.29

I splurged on you, spent my time, my energy, my wishes on you. There's no regret now: you must know that. But I've found my pockets empty for so long since that I feel like I've been scrounging for scraps. Where have the good times gone, back when the world was plentiful and life was fat? I miss you, even though you were nothing especially special. You were worth spending on.