last night i overdosed. me and my fiance broke up. and i just lost my will to live. So, i took...I dont even know how much i took. I took....< mod edit Hazel: method > I was talking to my ex-fiance (at the time), and the world was starting to spin (i was on the phone with her), and then when i told her that she asked me why and i told her how many pills i had taken. she called 911 after i got off the phone with her, and the ambulance showed up at my house. It was so freaking stupid. I didnt want to be saved, and yet, there they were, trying to save me. they made me drink charcoal and it was so freaking stupid. I had to stay at the ER for HOURS and then they had to do blood tests, and urine tests. Brittany (my fiance) came to the hospital, and stayed with me, even though we were broken up (we got back together, by the way) and teh doctor was trying to get my Aunt carol, who is my guardian, to send me to a mental institution. luckily, she didnt. because a place like that would only make me worse. I wouldnt be able to see my friends or my family, and that would drive me insane.