I remember my first suicide attempt, I don't think I'll ever be able to forget. I was living with my father (if i can still call him that i was diowned for being "crazy")and his wife. And her three boys (horrible people) I took a bunch of pills, and as I was passing out. They took my suicide note and started laughing.. they all laughed.. then their mum said, "come on I don't want (name) mad if she dies." isn't that wonderful? Such wonderful fucking people who still haunt me to this day bring it up like a fucking joke having laughs at my pain. I'm so loved in this fucking world.