so, one day shit got really bad in my house. and my friend was talking about killing himself. he doesn’t know i’m suicidal, because i never told him because i never wanted him to think of me differently. but that night, he was just telling me how useless he thought he was, and it was breaking my heart. at the same time, my parents were yelling at me, telling me that i was worthless and that i should just kill myself. my mother kept saying, “you don’t do anything right. you can’t even succeed in suicide.” soon, my friend said he was going to kill himself, and shut off his phone. i called, i texted, i called his brother, his house phone – no answer from anyone. i even got my friends to call, still the same: no answer. so that night, i couldn’t think straight. before i knew it, i was swallowing all sorts of pills – pain killers, sleeping pills, anti-psychotic pills. everything. the next day, i woke up in the hospital. and was released a week later.