|son you're gonna have to turn your monitor brightness way up because i like working in the dark abyss|
Simon's Monologue-SuicideI'd taken the day off of work. Said I was sick. My manager called me during her lunch break just to chew me out, saying if I was gone on one of my "emo-rants" one more time she'd fire me. I told her she didn't have anything to worry about. She didn't catch my hint. She just growled and blamed me for wasting half her lunch hour, even though she'd only been talking to me for about ten minutes.Simon's Monologue-Suicide by StripeyMistress
I had a bottle of Restoril sitting on my dresser. Sleeping pills. Not to be used if the patient suffers from a mood disorder. AKA, depression.
Luckily I'd never been properly diagnosed. I told my doctor I was losing sleep over stress, and he prescribed me. Didn't even warn me about the dangers of it, besides possible dizziness. He smiled and said he knew me well enough to know I don't do any extreme sports or drink heavy alcohol, so he said side-affects were self-explanatory.
Yeah. He knew me.
But not well enough to realize that the evening I was prescribed, I was going to down the whole bottle, si