bad night

everyone has problems. you were caught drinking, big fucking deal. just gain your mum's trust back. just be thankful you're provided with food and water everyday and that your mom is alive.

Lol thats some mad shit right there, i take it u live in USA ?? i live in uk i go out get drunk and my mom knows shes cool with it :s

so many people take that route its amazing.its a mistake for sure but at that time in these people's lives i dont think that matters,mental pian is powerfull,
i hope everyone who reads this will think one thing before they think suicide is the answer to the problem they have.
"time changes everything "
and whatever it is wrong in your life now death will not fix that.
please remember they are millions of others who think the same shit at times
only some fuck up big time and act on it,they hurt anyone who cares for them by taking a life that they could not understand,
hang in there and you will see they are good times ahead of you
trust me,i dont bullshit about serious things,dont give up living over sadness.
they are GREAT times ahead of you.
peace

Put yourself in your mums shoes dude, how would you like to find your child covered in puke fuckin dead!!, my wife saw someone commit suicide jumping off a multistorey carpark, they changed they're mind and tried to get back over the wall, guess what they didn't make it, fucked my wife up for a long time and she didn't even know the person....imagine what the family felt like

um.. do ur parents know ur an acidhead..?

suicide sucks, and it's harder than you think. I tried to off myself a few years ago via some acetometaphin pills. The bottle said that if you take 8 then you should contact poison control immed, so I mult by 5 and took 40. Well then I just got a sleeping bag and went out to "sleep" in the woods. Most of it's blurry, but somehow I was found and taken to a hosp. Was in intensive care for awhile, was to late for activated charcoal. So they gave me Mucomyst, which is the most godawfull tasting drug there is. I swear, they make it so bad as a penance or something. It's supposed to stop liver failure and such. So then after many days I get to leave and go to 3 north in st vincent's mental hospital. yay. Let me just say that it wasnt anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. Was kind of relaxing actually. It was sort of disturbing how much I was liking it there. No worries, just group talk and those stupid therapy exercises they do. Waste of time in my opinion, but shrinks are fun to mess with:D And I met some pretty interesting people. So if you are serious about ending it, most of the people I've talked to said that it's too easy to fuck up with pills. And it takes tremendous will power for the slit wrists, believe me, most people can't go through with it. High buildings work, but it's just a myth that your heart stops before you hit. Your'e gonna see yourself splat. Hanging isnt that bad as long as you make sure your neck snaps. A girl with me in the hospital at the time used her gown as a noose and hung herself on her door. I doubt suffocation was fun. But all in all, I highly doubt your problems warrant suicide. My life's pretty shitty right now, and I always keep it in the back of my head as a quick way out, it's a comfort to me. But I don't think I'll do it anytime soon. Just some info from a guy who's been over the brink and shouldnt be here to tell about it. peace

I think I just read my own story, only I'm a girl. Me and one of my "friends" that I met in the mental ward used to swear that we were only there to do research for our novel. It was funny at the time. There was a woman who used to try to cut her wrists with the staples that she pried out of magezines in the wreck area. All she really ended up doing was scratching her wrists until they bled. Then, they'd confine her to her room for a while. The funniest thing I saw was when a shrink ran out of the room because he thaught a patient was coming after him (she wasn't, it was me, I was just stretching). Total waste of time and health insurance money. The only cool part was the hippie art instructor who used to let me paint all day. The doctors never bothered me about it because she told them that I was participating in "art thereapy" and I got to go home earlier because of it. Some of the stuff I made is still hanging up around the house, my husband calls it my "loony bin art".

no my mom dont know i use acid or nething else besides pot and she bitches for it everyday, but i havent killed myself , i have realized its stupid but i did almost die last night i drank and smoked to much a a party and i was white and puking but i am cool now but good looking out everyone peace

Ahh the "art therapy." Forgot about that, lol. Debbie the art chick, she was HOT:D She got really angry when I tried to question the validity of the treatment. I can't see how drawing a picture of "what's inside" could help me. I just remember drawing an intricate border around black with the words empty in white. I thought it was amusing.

Oh, and I still have the clay jar I made, now for my stash:)