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
5 comments
Okay, then take more… There doesn’t seem to be a big problem, I mean, there is of course, but in this case, why doesn’t you just take more and finish yourself?
What is your problem, dude?! Don’t take more. Ya’ll can kick me out if you’d like, but I cannot and will not stand by while suicide is advocated and recommended. Fuck that! Peoples lives are worth more than that you heartless bastard! What’s your issue? Why haven’t you finished yourself?
You are brave. I can only start. I never do it. I have tried 2 times with a knife.
“okay then, take more…” what the fuck is wrong with you asshole, people are are here to get help and relate to other peoples problems not to have some cockmuncher state the fucking obvious…
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