I want to rip my brains out.

My roommate is depressed. I'm talking doctor and meds he's been there before. He won't take my help. He's thinking about it. Living with some one that is clinically depressed is like living with a ghost.

This is taking a toll on me.

I just lost Ripley and now I'm probably going to lose Sasha. She has a neurological disorder. Her back legs no longer work. Her brain wants them to work but she doesn't understand why they won't. I am lost on this one. I am not the fucking dog whisper. It's been four days and I'm still trying to figure out what she needs. The vet told me what to do but if you can't feel your back legs...you kinda don't know when you have to pee. This is breaking my heart. She wants her legs to work and they don't. I think she gets pissed and I would to. She just can't talk to me. It's funny...I moved back to Texas to be closer to my family. I'm further away then California. Some times a person has to talk. how ever depressing it is. I have gotten phone calls at 1, 2, 3,4,5 am. Some one has lost an animal, boy friend, finance or sone one just needs to talk. They may be busy when I call them but when they call me at 3am i'm busy sleeping. But I still answer the fucking phone.