The Fish

The Fish is dead.
I. Killed. The Fish.
Poor, innocent little Fish, is now dead, thanks to me.
It looked sad. If fish could cry, Fish would have been.  Fish lived it's whole life in my closet, in that little tupperware container. It never moved, and it never ate.
At the time, I didn't feel so bad, but thinking back to it, I realize that I'm a murderer. I took an innocent life.
But I hadn't wanted it to suffer, and seeing it so sad hurt far too much.
I know that I'm a terrible mother, but I flushed Fish down the toilet, alive. I'm quite disturbed over it. The whole ordeal is quite traumatizing. Anywho, I just came to confess my sins. If I were Catholic or something, I'd do it to the priest guy, but since I'm not, I'm just blogging about it. I feel horrible.

R.I.P.  Fish.



I'd like to say that I loved you, but I'd be lying...







I know that I'm a terrible human being, but hey, I'm just not the motherly type I guess...