It's been over a week, and my Narcissus bulbs still look the same. How long should I give them before I chuck them?
I was so hopeful, too!
*sigh*
I'm through with potted plants. I'm switching over to cut flowers. They are already dead; I can just throw them out, and buy new ones when they wilt beyond beauty. You are welcome to buy me some, too.
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My bulbs are dead. My comment section is dead. I feel so unloved.
Love me, people! LOVE ME!!!
*sigh*
rmtvu: This is a comforting-to-self-utterance during the lonely moments. "Room. TV. You." You know yourself well enough to know it means: "To the room with the TV, you! Watch TV. It'll take your mind off things. Like, for example, your loneliness."
Whether or not the author of this narrative is subject to such an utterance is a question left up to her readers.
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