I've taken quite a few seroquil and chased it with a bottle of vodka and I've cut my arms up pretty bad... and I'm ready to do the last cut... RIGHT HERE... and I will die.... die die die.
GOOD BYE...
my sister found me lying in my own vomit and blood, she called 911 and i spent the night in the hospital, i got 120 stitches and they pumped my stomach but im alive... i dont think it matters though
no they just made me talk to a phsycoligist and i said i didnt feel suicidal anymore and that i was just drunk when it happend so you know, they kept me for a while though...
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