Overdose seems like a nice way to go
Hell its all I think about anymore. I just want to get it over with. Just to be another dead body laying on the floor. I've thought it over and over in my head about my families reaction, all my friends... I could only picture a handfull really caring about the fact that I'm gone.
It feels like I'm not good enough. Like everyone's got something more important things on their mind then to listen to me babble on awkwardly (thats just how I am) about what went on in my day or my latest stresses. And I've resumed to cutting but it seems not good enough anymore. I've been this way since 6th grade and its only gotten worse up until now. I'm in 10th grade and I really couldn't give a if tomorrow starts without me.
Getting to the point, which kills faster, benadryl or imodium?