I murdered someone.
I did it with a bottle of over the counter pain medication.
I tried to make it quickly since I didn't want this person to suffer, because they had already suffered so much.
Not psychically, but mentally, and I felt sorry for them; so sorry for them.
This was the only way I knew effective to help them.
I wanted to give them the pills and let them fall asleep, dying peacefully that way.
And that's what happened.
They just went to bed and didn't wake up from their dream.
So I murdered someone tonight.
And that someone I killed...was me.
