I almost did it this morning. I gathered up every pill I could find and lined the bottles up. But my sister got home and I had to hide them. I just want to be alone and die quietly and painlessly. I'm done; I don't want to do this anymore. And now I'm scared that the pills won't work, and they probably won't. I emailed my psychiatrist and he hasn't replied back to me yet. I'm alone, and tired and so done and fed up with everything.
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