I had everything done, I've written down a note for all the people I hate, and then I made a photo of what I had done and I sent it to my ex, because he's the only one that could help me. After a minute, he realized what that was on the picture and said he would call, either the police, me, or the ambulance, depending on me. And after that, I didn't want to hurt him.... So I left it and we talked for quite some time. Well, guess I wouldn't have died anyway. But somehow I'm proud that I'm still here, writing this down.