I bought another rat today so Percy could have a friend. My boyfriend and I have named him Nanners and he’s got a little nick in his ear. I wish I could have friends but like my rats, I’d have to buy those, too. Why is it that some people only use and keep using until they’ve exhausted all their resources and trust and loyalty? Why is it that I’m a good friend and put up with the shit my ‘friends’ put me through? Why can’t I be one of my beloved rats? At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about people using me.
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