Is that bad?

The only thing that makes me happy anymore is my dog. Not my family, not my friends, not my pyramid scheme(that's a joke). Just my dog laying on me makes me. 

Really, she's the only reason I get up in the morning. I wake up with her sleeping on my legs, and I get up to make sure she goes outside.

Sometimes it feels like she's the only one that understands me. Like she knows what I'm going through and she's trying to help in her own way.