I feel ya, little plant.
The orchid on my desk is dying.
If I were in a movie,
I’m sure one of the blossoms would fall off dramatically as I leave my office.
Indicating something about my age,
my failed attempts at having a career,
January,
*mumblemumble*SYMBOLISM.
Do you ever have those days (years)
where you just know for a fact
that your job will never be doing what you love?
