I can understand why. I haven't felt this way in years, I can hardly move, I can speak; I cant think. Everything is quite blunted, and i've been debating whether or not it's gotten the best of me, and its time to end my life. Maybe i'll end up somewhere beautiful, like I told myself as a child...and I overdosed. Bravest moment of my life, possibly. I was so young, that no one understood why, or how I could have put myself in a coma, if it wasn't for the extra life support. Medicine doesn't work. Nothing works. All of my happiness comes from simplistic human "needs" gratifications. I have no identity of my own..Nice to see nobody gave a **** about my assault post. Too inappropriate? ******* PC bastards. No one gave a **** when I got admitted to an adult psychiatric unit either. NO ONE gives a flying **** about mental illness. I'd rather be wiped away like mud on the shoe of earth. Thats all I am anyway. A series of statistics.