waistcoat
wow, i have a lot of people to disappoint :o
- Aug 10, 2024
- 189
at age 12, a close friend- my closest ever -overdosed, they were also 12, they survived, and a decade on are doing much better.
back then, i felt a weird emotion; one i'd never felt before, one that i've never felt since, one that confused me, one that felt wrong to experience, and one that felt even worse to tell anyone i was experiencing; so i buried it.
i've spent many years trying to figure out what that emotion was, and i recently figured it out: jealousy.
i, as a 12 year old, was jealous of my friend who had overdosed. i was jealous that they were strong enough to actually try. i was jealous of the days they spent in hospital having their stomach pumped. i was jealous of the support they received afterwards.
i hope that people react the same way when i die.
it's funny to me how 22 paracetamol tablets, 11mg dosage, is all it takes to get support, maybe i should try that before my 200mg sn.
back then, i felt a weird emotion; one i'd never felt before, one that i've never felt since, one that confused me, one that felt wrong to experience, and one that felt even worse to tell anyone i was experiencing; so i buried it.
i've spent many years trying to figure out what that emotion was, and i recently figured it out: jealousy.
i, as a 12 year old, was jealous of my friend who had overdosed. i was jealous that they were strong enough to actually try. i was jealous of the days they spent in hospital having their stomach pumped. i was jealous of the support they received afterwards.
i hope that people react the same way when i die.
it's funny to me how 22 paracetamol tablets, 11mg dosage, is all it takes to get support, maybe i should try that before my 200mg sn.