After my grandma died in the 3rd grade my mind and way I thought completely changed death never left my mind, and how we’re all so insignificant. With me being in the mindset to where I just wanted to die I took about 6 pills I had no idea what it would do but I hoped it would kill me, well I woke up the next morning very disappointed that it didn’t work the next day at school I am waking down the stairs and get hit with a wave of what I assume was the pills, it made my head pound and then all the sudden I could see everything was a blur I sat there for 5 minutes not being able to see. It has been years since that attempt and I have made 4 attempts somehow none have worked I have don’t plan on living past a certain age because I can never see my self getting with anyone I’ve always had problems with my looks.
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