the past couple of days have been mysterious and drama filled to say the least.

yesterday i overdosed on pills.

ok so they were paracetemol and ibuprofen. but they were still strong enough to knock me out. feels like a milestone in my life. first suicide attempt. surely that's gotta be one for the grandkids?

ok so it wasn't a suicide attempt, i'm just an idiot who cannot be trusted. harsh but true.

started the day with a pounding migraine. couldn't see straight, complaining in class how i felt like my head was going to explode, followed by laughs from the piss taking lads in my class.
popped a couple of paracetamol. didn't do a thing. had another about an hour later. still nothing. well, i thought, this is ridiculous, if it isn't making any difference then it could do no harm but to take another one.
referred to the medical centre by my matron, i am given another dose of painkillers, guiltily slurping them down in silence, avoiding the trouble i'd be in if authority found out i keep over the counter drugs in my room. VERY AGAINST THE RULES.
as i was walking to dinner, i started to feel floppy and dizzy, my knees started to wobble and my hands proceeded to shake. i piled my plate high, putting the faintness down to lack of food, rushed to my seat, nervously steadying my tray and praying i wouldn't fall to the floor in front of everyone. wolfed down a large portion of sausage and mash. started to shake profusely as my face reddened and my temperature rose alarmingly. assuring myself that it was because i was still hungry, i rushed back up to the servery to collect another large helping. wolfed it down. shaking. hot. dizzy. head pounding. decided i had to leave. right now.
calmly walked out of the dining room accompanied by two friends when we bumped into some male company who proceeded to walk with us, cracking jokes and taking the piss. i opened my mouth to answer back, when slurred words and slow, uncontrollable peals of laughter came out. they immediately went on to loudly announce that i was very drunk, and even after my proclaims otherwise, told me that i would slowly start to bleed from every orofice. whatever that is.
got back to house, the room began to slowly spin, nauseau over took me, i grabbed out for the nearest object to me but it was too late, i felt the floor rolling from beneath my feet; the carpet edging closer and closer towards me. i crashed to the ground.

then i was out.