NO ONE GIVES A FUCK

SO I TRIED TO GET HELP FOR US ALL. THAT WAS A BIG DEAL FOR ME AS I DON’T SPEAK. I TEXTED 911 AND THEY WERE WILLING TO HELP ME. THE PARAMEDICS WERE WILLING TO WORK WITH ME, BUT THEN WHEN I GOT TO THE HOSPITAL, THE NURSE DEMANDED THAT I TALK AND EVEN CALLED ME RAYETTE. I GOT FRUSTRATED AND WENT BACK INSIDE AND STACEY CAME OUT ALL AN

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GRY. SHE TOLD THE NURSES THAT THEY COULDN’T JUST MAKE ME TALK BECAUSE I CANT. WELL ANYWAY THEY TOOK AWAY THE LAPTOP SO I COULDN’T COMMUNICATE ANYWAY TO TELL THEM WHAT WAS GOING ON. IM VERY ANGRY THAT WE’RE BACK HOME. WE ONLY SPENT TWO HOURS AT THE HOSPITAL. WE GOT SEEN BY AN ER DOCTOR, THEY TOOK BLOOD AND DID ALL THE USUAL TESTS FOR MEDICAL STUFF, THEN THEY TOLD US THAT WE WERE GOING TO SEE A MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL TO BE EVALUATED. THE DOCTOR LEFT THE ROOM AND I HEARD THE BASTARD TALKING IN THE HALLWAY, AND HE SAID THAT HE THINKS THAT WE’RE DOING ALL THIS BECAUSE WE’RE LONELY. HE HAS NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE DID. SO THEY SENT US HOME WITHOUT BEING EVALUATED. I HAD TOLD THE 911 OPERATOR WHAT MY SPACIFIC PLAN WAS AND THAT I WAS HEARING VOICES THAT WERE TELLING ME TO JUST KILL MYSELF. SO WHILE WE WERE WAITING FOR OUR CAB TO GO HOME, RAYETTE CALLED THE AFTER HOURS STAFF AT MY CPC’S OFFICE, AND THEY SAID THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO. THEY TOLD HER TO FOLLOW UP WITH MISTY ON TUESDAY. WE MAY NOT MAKE IT TO THEN. I JUST WANT THESE DAMN VOICES TO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST WANT TO SLIT MY FUCKING WRISTS AND BE DONE WITH IT…..

Amilia