So I’ve blocked you on every form of social media possible, yet fucking Apple has let me down by allowing voicemails to carry through even though I’ve blocked you on text, and have told you to stop sending me voicemails or it is fucking harassment at this point. 

In a moment of anger I gave in and listened to the last eight an hour ago. You accused me of blocking you so I could take the higher ground, of cheating on you, of lying to you, then asking me for help yet again. You said I deserve to give you help because you helped me by telling me I had to go into a psych word. That was three months ago, since then I’ve seen various psychiatrists, even spent 24 hours in a mental hospital to see if it would help me, and no they all suggested dbt instead, which I AM CURRENTLY DOING.  DBT is my best chance for the disease we both have, and when I told you this you apparently forgot how me and my parents looked into psych wards. But guess what they don’t own a fucking eight million dollar mansion, so I can’t spend four weeks in a private resort like you did last year. 

The last voicemail, last Thursday, I’m pretty sure was the sound of muffled sirens and distorted voices. Maybe I’m wrong, but to me it sounded like an ambulance so I guess your going back again. 