Sam’s Point
Myself included, I tolerate my existence I don’t like it at all. What’s the point then? Why tolerate it? And even worse if you know you can’t fix it, like I KNOW I can’t fix me, the fact while my peers live their life I’m trying to work at being mentallly ready for life falling further behind day by day, just to be a different me, can you be a different you? Really what’s the point of getting out of bed and looking at […]
7 Pm. Last Monday.
I took 25 Vicodin pills and a glass of vodka.
I said goodbye to everybody, and then I felt guilty. My first thought was like I’m doing this because I just feel like I can’t do this anymore. I cried a lot. Wrote a few letters and then I don’t know what really happened next.
When I woke up, I was puking all over the hospital, I remember my mom crying and she told me: You have to survive because I have no one left. A few hours later, I found myself in this white lonely room, and I have vomit […]
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