Almost Suicide

Sucks, sucks, sucks!!!

I know i rant a lot but, oh boy, here comes some rantting.BIG TIME.

On sunday night, june 17th, my best friend and sometimes on and off boyfriend attempted suicide. Now, I don't know you at all , but I'm still pretty fu**ed up about. On fathers day, he deemed his life unworthy and decided to take 20 caffiene pills. The pills mad ehis metbolism run like crazy and was rushed to the hospital. I was there. I was there all night. Up and till damn near 3 am. I knew my parents were thinking I was this giant ahole with a huge bleeding heart. But i didn't care. This was somebody i cared deeply for. I loved and never , under circumstance would want to die. Just cause they think he's a waste of space doesn't mean I have follow the crowd and start to believe that too.

It was a painful thing to witness. They made him drink all these bizzare and nasty liquids to clear his system of all the pills. They made him drink characal. I swear to god. The stuff looked like black tar or paint that school used on painting day. That stuff up about as fast it come in. I kept looking at his sweaty face, with tears rolling his down his cheek. I kept thinking,"Why couldn't you have told me?? why couldn't you have told me."

It also bothered me soooo damn much that nurse on staff that night was a complete and total tool. Just an ass. I heard him talk to the others working that night, saying things like,"God, you'd think they do it right. Just jump off a bridge. Just slit your waists sideways. Just do it right."

So...this is it folks! Theses are the people who hold our lives in their hands. I hate hospitals. I hate all the bull**** involved. It makes me sick to my damn stomach. Truely disgusing.