I took myself one Pill of mine. Short after I lost Consciousness. When I woke up, I was in the living room, both of my Hands swollen, mark of Stitches at both my Elbows. Strains of Blood marking both my knees. And my Medication gone.
This bastard’s are trying to turn me around. I said once to my Dad that I want to die, as he replied to me: “If you want to die, I’ll also.”, I must seen the lie earlier and this douchebag with the imagination people with this private urge can be played.
Respect is equality. None gets that from me out of itself.
Edit: I’ll confront my parents what they remember. I got asked if I’m better yesterday.