What's the point in giving a diagnosis if 'they' still choose not to help...
a perpetual broken ankle...well, more than 3 years seems perpetual when i crawl now...and don't go out anymore..
assessment after assessment and the eventual decision that i have Borderline Personality Disorder..yet you still don't answer my calls...or return them...or help when i cry out for it...
shame...
you seem to only start to learn lessons upon inquests after people jump under trains or out of windows or tie up ropes...
fuck you all
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