a ctually does it matter if I put my head in a bag full of chemicals and enialate myself? im at this point again. where I need someone..but there is no one..well no one that doesnt have a block anyway. I cant stop shaking, I cant stop breathing fast..everything is so cold. I want to be gone. but I dont want the fits, the vomit or the headaches. I dont care about the brain its all fucked anyway. I might sit here for a while more and think about it..again and again. im running out of will, patience and sanity it seems.