I told you that my dog has cancer. I told you that I have to put him down this weekend. I have sent you a text message every day since I found out that I have to kill the only thing in my life that somehow has always loved me even knowing what I am saying that I wished I could die instead of him. And still, radio silence.

I think you want me to die so I'll go away and leave you alone. Because me being alive isn't convenient for you anymore.