I'm very ignored, very worthless, and very unwanted. I took over 100 pills, and smashed my legs with a hammer on 11/09/07, my mother caught me, she says she "sensed something was wrong", so my parents rushed me to the hospital and my stomach was pumped, I took so many pills that the pump got jammed, then I had to drink charcoal, I threw up for 4 hours. Then an ambulance took me to the psychiatric hospital, I stayed there for a week, which I hated because I was a goody-two-shoes in a crowd of druggies. At the time of this post, I left the psychiatric hospital this morning. I'll never make an attempt like that again, but I still wish I was dead, or at least never born... I'll always be the ugly nerd who can't get shit. I always pray for death now..