The bitch woke me up at 2:45. I’ve had less than four hours of sleep and an organic chem exam at 8 AM. I’m already dying.
Today one of my friends tried to kill herself by taking 24 Tylenol PM’s and some nyquil. She was missing and it was probably the scariest three hours of my life looking for her. She finally called one of our friends and the police officer we were with called and ambulance even though she didn’t want to go. She did admit to trying to kill herself though so now she’s stuck in the hospital for a mandatory 72 hour psych evaluation.
What upsets me the most is that a few of her other friends knew that she was suicidal, yet did nothing to help her.
What makes me even more upset is the thought of her going back to school (she lives on campus) and having to deal with everyone knowing that she was the girl that tried to kill herself.
I love all my friends so much. I wish I had been able to help her.
I mean, everyone likes the city…right?