It doesn't help that a lot of people treat me like I should have been over it the next day. My dog was my best friend. I lost a part of myself. He was a person to me. People are so unsupportive and flippant about my loss.

Nothing makes me feel better anymore. I feel so alone. I don't sleep, I barley eat. It's getting harder to go out and act like I'm fine, and I feel like nobody cares. I want to scream.