Friday, April 21, 2006

I don't ever want any more fish, ever. I just put down my last betta, Smokey. He was just hanging in the bowl at awkward angles, looking miserable, and not eating. But when I went to scoop him up in a cup, he struggled. So obviously he wanted to live but was suffering nonetheless. I didn't know what to do to help him, and I didn't want him to suffer anymore. I feel like shit about it. Fuck this, no more fish for me.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:11 PM

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