Littile Bit of Lots of Things

How do I explain to my dog that I hate myself?

Ever spend all your time making other people happy you have no energy to do it for yourself?

As my gaze starts to blur, I can only see his face. He was always so fascinating to look at, but now as I stare into his eyes I can only see fear. That was a side of Wesley I had never seen before. As he tries to lift my body I can feel his arms trembling. I was able to make out the movement of his mouth, but could not hear his words. Wesley was simply asking why. That question kept creeping from his lips. The strength of my body has vasnished, so no matter how hard I try I cannot give him an answer. My vision has become nothing but bright strings of light now. The last thing I am able to see is a small tear start to roll down his cheeks.