May 27, 2007, 09:03 PM
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When I was a teen, I thought about killing myself all the time. I was sure noone would give a crap (my dad barely communicated with me, and my mother had called me a waste product and said I ruined her life). I thought pills would be the best way, and actually kind of tried it, but all it did was make me sick and give me a nervous breakdown (I didn't take enough to be hospitalized...I chickened out). Now I wouldn't want to commit suicide...my kids need me. I'm not as miserable as I was as a teen, thank goodness. ^^
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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