Sense.

"How many have you had?"

"two." I lied

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"Perhaps."

"Thats not gonna do the job."

"I am ignorantly hoping otherwise."

"You don't look so well."

"I don't have health insurance, so what ever you do don't call 911"

"Thats not even funny... seriously you look like your gonna puke"

"I just need to lie down"
He was right, I puked. I could see one of the pills I swallowed earlier swimming in my regurgitation

"Please don't tell her the truth." And then I died.
not to say that he didn't heed my advice.
911 was dialed, they even tried to pump my stomach.
I was proclaimed dead two hours after my heart stopped beating. I wonder if true suicide is not when you pull the trigger, but instead when you decide not to wake up again. after seeing death and deciding that this was a much safer place than your previous residence.
I can't say that I am completely satisfied with my decision for an abnormal life leading an unremembered death, but control was all i ever wanted in life, even if I had to kill myself to prove it.
"Monday's were never good for me anyway."