Breaking Up with Matt

I feel as though I've had a goldfish
and it died.
I'm not sad because I miss the goldfish--
it's a goldfish, after all, and it's not cuddly or affectionate--
and you can always buy another goldfish in the fish aisle at Wal-Mart.
But I feel a little crappy because I can't even keep a goldfish alive.
I've had responsibility for an intricate living creature
and I failed it.
But what can you do?
You flush the dead fish down the toilet and you buy a new one.
And this time you know not to wash the tank out with bleach.