At first I took pills to try to kill myself. Now its an obsession. No matter how bad it hurts, I still do it.The stupid thing is, I dont even care about the side effects, I could care less about death, as I have been trying to reach death's embrace for a year now. I dont care about the constant vomiting, I always come back for more pills. I need help, and yet I havent told my parents, and when I get a psychiatric evaluation in a few days, I will lie about my sucide, my pain, my fucking stupid pill habits. And when im not harming myself overdosing on pills, im overdosing on fucking inhalers, of all fucking things. For example yesterday I inhaled an fucking asthma inhaler. Hell just a few weeks ago I took <Mod Edit: IrishDoll :Methods> I don't know what do with my life, im suicidal, and im a fucking prescription drug addict. One of these days one or both of those alliments will kill me, I guess it a manner of timing.