so some years back before i found pot i was a depressed piece of shit. blah blah blah it sucked,life sucked,everything sucked.ya know typical emo attitude.i was a somewhat gothic kid back then.and if i saw the old me right now,id probably kick his ass for being a god damn fool. anyways to the story: oneday i was like "you know what,fuck this bullshit" and downed 27 benedryl(according to everyone it was benedryl but i coulda swore it was sleepin pills),but the benedryl does explain the intense trip i had.after takin the last pill i was already feeling very sleepy,so i said my goodbye to all my friend who were on aim and whatnot.they all tried to get me to stop,but there was onegirl,who said,if its what you want and what will make you happy...then do it...that kidna surpised me.so i took the last pill,left an away message up and went to sleep.i woke up and it was super early in the morning,daybreak i should say.and i was totally ripped outta my mind.this was before i took drugs and i didnt know what the hell was going on.the room i was in,it seem totally and utterly warped,but i knew it was my room.i looked at my arms and my veins were everywhere,and they were grey? i relized that this was it,that im seriously gonna die.so i stood up,and shit i felt like 5 billion pounds,i staggered to the bathroom and tried to puke,it was useless.i couldnt puke anything up,it was all already in my system.i faced death and said,well theres nothign i can do cept die now,so i went back to sleep.a day or so later i wakeup in the hoispitol totally trippin my head off.i wokeup and the doctors said this is gonna hurt... and i said,"whats gonna hurt" and then boom,pain pain pain.it was horrible,i dont kno what they did but it hurt and it hurt badly,but just for a few seconds and then it went away.i sighed and passed out again until the next afternoon.the nurse that came to my room was very nice....and very hot mite i add.she asked me if i wanted to walk for a little bit.i took her offer and took a small walk with her and talked a little with her.then i went back to the hospitol room,few minutes later some cops entered and i though "oh fuck...im in trouble".they asked me why i took the pills and whatnot and why i had slashes on my arms.well i dont remmeber my answers at all cuz after they entered everythin kidna went into a blackout. i spent the next 2 weeks at a fuckn place where fucked up people stay until they arent fucked up anymore Lol.it was gay. i dont get it,the docters said i coulda died,but thats not enough beendryl to kill someone with my weight,im glad i didnt know that before i took them. well sad story,emo story,makes me feel like shit everytime i recall it but eh its a story.anyone else have a life or death experiance?