Almost 9 months, I took an entire bottle of pills, and was brought back by doctors. Waking up in the hospital that day was the worst day of my life. Ive never wanted to die as bad as i have since that day. I always feel alone and can never do anything. I spend every second of the day at home in my bed, if im not at work. Everything i look at, i imagine a way to die involving it. Life has no purpose. 2 of my friends have killed themselves since then. Why allow them to take their lives but save me? I […]