I am sure a couple of people have read about my suicide episodes after L had found himself a companion.
Almost 10 days ago it was when it all started. Everything went on so fast, too fast that it took me down like a defenseless ant.
40 sleeping pills, a couple of pain killers, a couple of ‘Panadol’ and a bottle Vodka, I woke up almost 26 hours later. It was a miracle, but the thought of L is still fresh in my mind. My mind started to wander around the realm out of the reality and trying to think without the actual thinking.