I died. I actually died this time. I was dead at 11:11 pm. My heart stopped beating. And the bastards revived me. A stomach pump, activated charcoal treatment, and psychotherapy assessment later, I’m laying here in a hospital bed. Again. They let me keep my iPod, since it qualifies as therapeutic for me. I just…can’t believe it didn’t work. Im a failure at life and a failure at dying. God. Damn. It. All. Why am I still alive?