I am a 17 year-old girl and for a long time I have contemplated suicide. I attempted to kill myself recently. I have never been high, nor have I ever been drunk, so when I took the pills, I thought it would be enough. Unfortunately, I ended up going to school under the dizzying and frightful effects XXXXXXXX. It was a miracle that I did not pass out. I told my friends that I had a sinus infection, and the medication the doctor gave me was too strong. I was barely coherent. I was terrified of being caught, and when one of my teachers made me go to the nurse, I almost cried. She asked me if I had taken any pills, and my heart stopped. I denied it and she sent me back without question. I somehow made it through the day, and slept for hours and hours, hoping that the pills would just kill me already. I failed. I've hinted at my attempt to see how my father would react. He became very angry and told me, "If you EVER say anything like that again, I'll send your ass to an insane asylum in a fucking heart-beat!!" He told me that people that kill themselves go to hell. I never believed it because I'm an agnostic atheist, but just witnessing his lack of compassion broke me even further. In some sick, twisted way, I wanted him to suffer when he discovered my dead body, and make my brother regret every time he's said, "I hate you. I wish you were dead!" ...and here I am in that dark prism again. I have contemplated suicide every day since then. I'm rambling and should just shut up now, but typing this out feels so good. There's so much more I want to say, but I know it's just pathetic whining. Thanks for giving me a place to rant.