I tried to hang myself yesterday. My parents stopped me, though, and gave me something… what was it called? Some sort of pill, anyways.

I didn’t want to take it. Or, at least, I don’t think I wanted to. I sort of remember yelling “You don’t understand! No drugs can take away the pain!” Or something like that. Or maybe I was singing it?

I don’t care. I don’t care about anything any more. It’s sort of nice, really. I found a note in my back pocket though. I think I wrote it when I heard they were going to make me take the pills. It said “it will hurt so much when the pills wear off… enjoy it while it lasts.” But I don’t care.

I’m so numb…