Tuesday November 17, 2008

I get home from school, the second I get there all I wanna do is dissapear.
I waited until my mom left for work, to have to house to myself. Once she was gone I lock all the doors leading outside so no one can get in. I go to the bathroom with my backpack, tissues, and cold medicine (the kind that makes you drowsey) I lock that door too. I go to the corner, and burst into tears. I cried for 2 and-a-half-hours. I then unwrap 6 of the pills, I take 3. I threw the other 3 away. Afraid that I may have just killed my-self I go to my bed and sleep…
I hear banging on the door. My mom came home from work to chack on me, cause I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t hear it. I told I was sleeping that’s why I didn’t hear it ring. I go back to sleep, and wake up to see tomorrow…

I didn’t know crap about ODing on meds then. I had really thought 3 would’ve killed me, but now I know it was stupid to think that

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