not going to go into too much details xxx, slowly 2 at first hour, couldnt sleep still, popped 2 every 15 mins till i passed out and reached 12. next day i wake up drunkish noticably straying from left to right, couldnt see shit, blabbered shit to my older brothers, took me to the hospital for a xx overdose. could have ended up in jail for an attempted suicide (rules in my country) and/or drug abuse user, thank goodness the inspector was related to us and allowed it to pass (all happened by coincidence) did i want to die ? some part of me did, but im glad i didnt, i saw mom crying at the hospital because of my attempt. it was heart breaking, my dad came to the hospital, had to be wheeled in by a wheel chair just so he could see me. my sis called and she was crying her eyes out shouting at me to promise that i wouldnt do that again.if my family do one day read this post, they should know how much they mean to me and they will always be a priority to me before myself. the person who completes suicide dies once. Those left behind die a thousand deaths. <--- i truely truely felt that. im high on some hash now and its making me realize how life is so short yet can be so sweet at times.. oo: emotional wreck, should fuck of to bed, thought id share and let this all out.