bleeding love

Do I want to do this anymore? Do I really want to sit in some basement every day?
Do I want a cubicle that I share with 2 other people?
I don't know anymore.
This used to be my dream. Now that I sit in the room...I don't like it.

I think I need to work for a while somewhere else. I've always promised myself that I would have a job where I am happy... where I go home with at least half a smile on my face.
And that happens with the gov job. It does. I smile about something that was said or something that happened each day. But with tv... eh. not so much.


Dear,
please stop being so nice. You need to stop it.
(Please don't stop).

xoxo,
me