Im 31, male, whos been sold out by friends that couldnt understand my depression. Family is judgemental. Dad was a piece of shit. Oct. 24 2004 I slit my wrist and was found by mom after 2 hours I couldnt move and I should be dead according to two nurses. One said god was the reason i was alive. I have tried to freeze to death and now I have a rope ready to go. As of today a "friend" called the cops TO MY HOUSE telling them i was taking too much prescription drugs. WITHOUT checking on me in 4 days. She did it cause she is jilted because I dont "like her back". That was the proverbial last straw. People are EVIL.