Oh, I have a rant.
Trigger warning: PTSD and Suicide
So, a few of my friends back home don't understand how I can love my fish so much because "they're just fish". Really, I love most things, including these fish. Buut. I just moved up to another state to go to school, I'm completely alone up here, still know very few people, and have no friends other than my roommate. I also have PTSD, which is so much worse now that I'm here. So I spent the first month wanting to kill myself, until I impulsively bought Mizuchi. And then Chouko soon followed... They're my babies, and quite frankly, the reason why I'm doing moderately okay now.
Now, how even am I supposed to explain my love for my fish, without revealing that little part?