A sad story about a fat rat

9 Apr


I saw a dead rat on the pavement tonight. Right in the middle of the pavement. No obvious cause of death. A well-fed little urchin with a shiny fur coat.

I was on my way to my counsellor, and feeling pretty sorry for myself since I had the most exhausting day and keep crying for no reason.

Well, it made me realise.

There’s always someone who’s had a worse day than me.

RIP, fatso. RIP.

2 Responses to “A sad story about a fat rat”

  1. foodfortoomuchthought April 9, 2014 at 11:51 pm #

    I’ve gone back and read your last few posts – been a while since I’ve lurked in this neck of the woods and yours was something I wanted to catch up on.
    I’m sorry you appear to be having such a tough time at the moment but I hope April is already offering more pleasantries than March was. Xxxx

  2. luciddream85 April 10, 2014 at 12:44 pm #

    Ah, perspective.

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