If you were trying to kill yourself, why were you happy that your friends showed up?
Tonka trucks are apparently the only thing that awaits us in the afterlife. They're like angels.

During my stay in the Psych ward this crackhead named Jose drew me a picture that says "Jose and dah Bi-polar bears Fok-u B-atch". He said I could sell it on ebay and get rich. Later in the day he snapped when a nurse told him to relax. H e ran out of the room yellin' and came back with another sign that said "Jose and the pussies". He screamed "This ones for the ladys! (slammed paper on a chair) MY NEW BAND NAME!" He then did one of those jump into the air so that your knees are by your ears and let out a loud "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He went out of the room screaming down the hall about how relaxed he was. We didn't see him after that.Chicks have it easy. I only have a few male friends who dabble in the more accessible kinds of metal, let alone girls. My last gf's idea of good music was Pink.
How do chicks have it easy? Female metal fans who aren't terrifying butch cargo pants wearers or Nightwish fellaters are pretty darn hard to come by.
lolololol. dude, "normal" people don't try to kill themselves with PILLS of all things. either way, better luck next time, pills are not the way to go. or if you want to live, get better ASAP!
It was all I had in my dorm room and I'm looking back at this as a "I really fucked up and could have died" not " I really fucked up and should have used a shotgun" 
Devasya Chāyā;9433595 said:I'm taking a break from studying chemistry. Fuck school, it's cutting into my ancient language study time.