I phoned my boyfriend last night and had the pills in front of me, was so tempted to overdose. I was sweating like mad in a panic attack. This morning I have woke up angry and resentful. One of the things my boyfriend said was; "Samaritans wouldn't come running out to you!" All becuase he had a bad knee and didn't want to get dressed. I feel like no one is taking me seriously. Not even my own boyfriend. That makes me want to kill myself all the more.