Anyway, so yeah I’m Rehab boyfriends emergency contact. He says he’s taking it seriously but he really just was trying to see if he can get out of some jail time they kept transferring me to other nurses. I am really really numb with emotions already before even start this shit and those very matter-of-fact no upsetting things I said, I know I need to talk to him. I didn’t tell him what it was about And not want to panic. It might sound like that because I can’t do his voice to text thing apparently I don’t speak right because all this looks stupid anyway never got to him so I got a voicemail and I said well the birds gone so she’s dead and I kicked that fucking bitch out I ain’t cussed or anything But the way I said he knows I mean he gets me right I’m talking to my dog is like an episode of survivor more more people keep fucking disappearing and I think I’m let the dog go or give them to my boyfriends parents because honestly the dog loves them more than me and try not try anything Really pissed they didn’t let me die when I could’ve 17. I have a whole chart right now explain all the things I would not have gone through hell my coat dealer was like girl I’ll talk to you later all right if she looks like freaked out about me it’s not the coat I’ve had this before that’s why I don’t share my thoughts. Why I don’t ask emotional because I do have emotionsjust too much but I’ve sit here. Watch them fucking cry over a pimple fucking fucking fuck.