I remember
I remember that one time I got so close to killing myself.. Oh wow, I was depressed. I went into the medicine cabinet and took our the pills. I dont know, I pulled out a bottle that said Naproxen, and figurewd I'd just feel that brilliant pain in my stomach. But 48 hours later I was still sleeping. It hadnt been naproxen (which is a lot like advil) it was sadene (or what ever) and i had taken about 50 of them, and they were HEAVY sleeping pills of my dads. I mean, I was lucky to be alive. I heard my dad talking to me, and my mom, they were so scared, It was the first time I heard them say they were sorry, and though they ment it..
I remember days and weeks after I continuouslly tried to get up, but I couldnt. I could barley move. It was hard to breathe, to eat, to drink. I wanted to die..
But I was so scared. So fucking scared. When I could move again I told my friends, who yelled at me. I felt horrible. I should have said goodbye. I mean, dont ever leave without saying goodbye, you might take the wrong meds and off yourself.. I dont really understand, because I intended to die... But when I got close, I paniced.
I remember days and weeks after I continuouslly tried to get up, but I couldnt. I could barley move. It was hard to breathe, to eat, to drink. I wanted to die..
But I was so scared. So fucking scared. When I could move again I told my friends, who yelled at me. I felt horrible. I should have said goodbye. I mean, dont ever leave without saying goodbye, you might take the wrong meds and off yourself.. I dont really understand, because I intended to die... But when I got close, I paniced.