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150mg tablets, 21 of them, 21*150 = 3150 grams rhe

some of the hallucinations i'm having are pretty weird, rational me is like what the fuck.

i got out of bed and ran to the toilet. apparently i had forgotten to flush. i heaved out a small amount of stiff and then it happened. THE POOP WAS SPEAKING TO ME. the whole room had become a conscious organism of the government, and i knew that the poop was going to abduct me and take me to a government site. i ran out of the bathroom and covered myself in blankets again. once i was brave enough to look THE POOP HAD TELEPORTED TO THE DESK! i knew they were interested in me because i try to hide from all the cameras and everyone else doesn't. 

i stayed under blankets for a while and then looked back up. poop was still sitting there. as i watched the tip of the poop coil went down into the center of the poop until there was no poop left. where the poop went i do not know. for a minute i thought mr poop was gone forefer tjen he reappeared.

ill save the rest of this to tell later

typing is an ordeal

This has got to be the most hilarious thing I've read on this forum thus far.

i suppose i'll say the rest of what happened as promised, but unfortunately i don't have any memory of what happened after that, my memory picks back up three days later when i wake up in the intensive care unit with a bunch of IVs and wires and shit sticking off of me. what they told me happened was, my dad came into my room around nine the next morning and saw i was freaked out, he eventually figured out i had taken the pills and called the emergency people, the police and the ambulance came and they took me to the hospital, while i had multiple seizures.

apparently the overdosed, delirious me thought it was a good idea to tell the paramedics all about this and my other suicide attempts, so as soon as i was mostly recovered they transferred me to the psych ward, where i stayed for 12 days. it was an incredible amount of bullshit. i had to go to a bunch of therapeutic groups, answer a million stupid questions about myself, spend forever talking to doctors and psychiatrists, eating shitty food and generally being bored. they didn't let us have computers or music or internet or anything that might possibly be interesting, so i spent the whole time bouncing off the walls and restless as fuck. trying to sleep was horrible, it felt like there was electricity in my veins and i had to move around. in the words of eminem,it was like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep.

after i spent forever bullshitting and taking meds and telling them my suicidal thoughts were gone, they let me out, and i came back home to find that overdosed-me had also completely fucked up my computer, and grub was giving some kind of error when i tried to boot it up. so i'm typing this on a live usb stick cause i don't have the patience to try and deal with that right now.

all in all, that was a bunch of bullshit. psychologists, fuck em all.

That's not enough to die(assuming you took 100mg tablets), which is probably good. However you will feel like shit which will probably make you think twice about a second attempt.

It's a scream for help.

if it doesn;t kill me i'm going to be in the mental hospital for forever. bad move taking a drug that is slow to affect, on the premise that "if i overdosed on it it'l kill me quickly". bad move girl, -50 points

(http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/8309220z)

"it;s a scream for help"

no its not, i'm sitting here quietly, waiting for the end of my world; 

if nothing else it's a good ilearning experience, don't fuck with slow-lasting drugs

i'm not doing anything that requires jumping and/or drowning

>only 21

pussy

You weren't hallucinating, you were visited by Mr. Hankey:

oh my god, what the actual fuck, i have no memory of typing this whatsoever. this is so embarrassing. but at the same time this is hilarious. i'm laughing right now. lmao

At least now that you're alive you can still shitpost.

"apparently the overdosed, delirious me thought it was a good idea to tell the paramedics all about this and my other suicide attempts"
A fairly standard cry for help. Some of your other posts were somewhat subtly in a similar theme.

"i had to go to a bunch of therapeutic groups, answer a million stupid questions about myself, spend forever talking to doctors and psychiatrists"
What did you end up telling them, and how did they end up using it?

"all in all, that was a bunch of bullshit. psychologists, fuck em all."
Who do you think would have done a better job? Their job's to try to help you help yourself, but if they're the only ones on board they can't do their jobs.