Update

I'm promoted to shift manager. I'm still in Minnetonka. I'm determined to go to the DMV to turn in the dumb fucking insurance verification to get my license back.
I'm 24.
Everything is better.
I feel like complete shit. I've thought about saving up for a gun once I get a car. Drive out to no where. After visiting all my family. Maybe id get a rental garage for all my stuff. It'd be after I moved out.

I wouldn't though.
I just wish I had one friend.
The last 4 people I talked to was apparently only interested until they got bored and it was just me kissing their ass the whole time.
I'd rather be alone.

Emergency kits.

Fuck it. He found my found box of medicine. Threw it out I assume.
I bought sutures.
The infection scare with my last overzealous endeavor and the three months of having my insides displayed and weeping for the sixth time convinced me maybe I should up my self care post Rachel.
Hopefully I won't need it until after I can get some sore of medical grade numbing agent. Unless I just don't need it.
I'm going to make kits. I have the boxes scalpels, blades and now medical shit to stitch me back together just in case.
Everything is so fucked up.
Everything I am is fake.
I work so hard for everything.
Keep it secret keep it safe.