It was the day after Easter. I was done. I wanted to be gone. I went downstairs only to find the Tylenol out. So I took it. And I waited. I asked a friend to come over because I for some reason didnt want to be alone. Only to find out the had called paramedics. He came up to my door and asked what had happened. I said "I just don't want to do it anymore" He asked what. I said "Life".
I got into the ambulance. On my way to the ER only to come to my conclusion I was going to be impatient for the 3rd time. I have been through this before. I have wanted to die but never have tried. This time, I actually wanted to be gone and to never come back.
I'm feeling this way again but I don't want to tell anyone because I really don't want to be impatient again. I've got so used to put on a mask that I seem fine to everyone anymore. I seem happy not depressed. But I am. Everything is locked up so I'm just stuck in my head. With the thoughts.
