By your only friend.
Who you always assumed was a really, really close friend.
The morning of a job interview that matters a lot to you.
When one of your rats is really ill.
And all your tights are freaking laddered.

Any way I can go back and try today again?

But, seriously, if anyone wonders why I like to immerse myself in fiction so much, the answer's up there. The real world is an awful place consisting of awful people.

I don't normally start these kind of threads. Allow me one. I feel pretty awful and want to vent to someone. And I don't appear to have anyone else to do that to now.