why everyone thinks that im ok??? im not ok at all... just tried to kill myself... swallowed a few dozen psycho pills i have, took a razor blade and went to the bridge with a bottle of wine... you know just in case... well... nothing happened... im alive... wish i wasnt... but i am.
anyway, the morals out of it?
1. alcohol and psychotic pills dont work together...
2. never go to a bridge where the police might show up and ruin your plans...

*also while i was drinking and cutting, i realised that nobody loves me here, but even worse, nobody needs me! if i would've died none of my friends in this country would've noticed... life sux...

ps: fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!