I swim around and around and around. Never knowing where I’m going and quite sure where I have been. Life as a goldfish is dull and humdrum, I would never recommend it. You only get fed when the giants remember you are there and other than feeding time there is nothing to do. The world outside is all hazy and gross from little kids' sticky fingers touching the glass. I am invisible to everyone most of the time, it is a lonely life as a goldfish. I wish I had a friend, and at one point I did but they didn’t last long here. The water is murky and the food is almost always dry and overly crunchy. I just that when I die I don’t have to be flushed down the elevator to hell. Most people must think that my life is serene and fulfilling but they are wrong. In this cage I’m just waiting for my death to come, it is the only relief I will ever get in my life. I am unappreciated and half the time unloved. I am a people's starter pack for a life with a pet.

Goldy? Bubbles? Sushi? Nemo? No, that’s the movie star fish right? Speaking of Nemo, wasn’t there a fish in it, umm, her name starts with D I believe. I’ll have to rewatch it again to find her name. I love her character though, if I remember anything it has to be her short memory. Although she isn’t a goldfish she represents us all around the world! It’s inspiring, but she has it pretty bad she forgets things in seconds, us goldfish forget things around every five months. I’ve been keeping track! I keep a rock behind my seaweed to write tallys, so far, I’m at 4 months and 28 days. My memory will fade completely in just a couple days. It’s quite demeaning to be honest, but I’ll understand when I see my rock again to change it out and start the days again. But I should not take the credit for this, it’s all cause my mama. She was a resilient one. She passed down these tricks to me before she died. Back then I knew my name, now I don’t know it, not even my moms name.