in October of 2010, i overdosed that day...well, wasn't great obviously. i was waking up for school and my mom was screaming at me and just left for work afterwards. i was crying and screaming, seeing that my carpool was going to pick me up soon. i went to my moms bathroom and pills, thinking that they would kill me, (later i found out that wouldn't kill you) and i went to school. i sat in my literature class waiting, and thinking about if i was going to do it. i went to the bathroom, popped the pills, and right as i walked out of the bathroom i felt them. it's black from there. i wake up in the hospital down the street from my school. it's really all foggy and whatnot. it was 6pm when i woke up. a guy came in to evaluate me. then they said i was going to a hospital. i went to Del Amo, by the airport. way far away. i rode in an ambulance, strapped to the chair thingy. getting to the hospital wasn't bad, but once i got there i just cried and cried. being in there was the worst experience of my life. it was prison. i witnessed my first fist fight, and still i can hear the punches. i kept to myself for the week i was there. that was my second time being in the hospital and the most memorable. i'm not proud of my actions, and even though i still have these thoughts, i'm trying. i know doing is different than trying, but trying is the best thing because i've been dealing with these problems for 5 years now. someday i'll be better i hope. right now, not so good. but. i just need to try and think positive i guess. i still struggle every day.