Just a few weeks ago, luckily I survived thanks to the grace of God, I attempted to end my life in an overdose (I will not go into the details on what type and amount) What went through my mind was how hopeless my life has became. I have been through a world of hurt since Middle School with kids (both boys and girls) making fun of me because of my weight and appearance. This dragged on until the end of Middle School and then became a loner all through out High School. Through out these years of being Socially Inept, I began to have a lack of self confidence and self esteem and the feeling of never being loved after going through failed relationships. What finally triggered me to make that attempt was pressure to succeed and pass my classes in College when my parents harped at me because of my grades. All I remembered was waking up when going to the hospital and thinking to myself "God, what have I done?" and then taking a bad tasting carbon.