It’s your fault I can feel things. It’s your fault I thought I deserved some real love in my life, to take risks, to buy my dog. Now he’s really sick I think and there’s nothing I can do. The anxiety of having to watch him constantly and every noise makes my heart pound in my chest. I can’t enjoy anything. If my lovely dog, the only being I’ve ever really loved dies, I’m definitely going to kill myself. That will not be your fault, just mine.