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I am a post suicidal early twenties male who has had many crazy experiences during that time... details inside, AMA.
I went from being an honors student working two jobs who completed the equivalent of three years towards a Bachelor's degree in two years (summer classes) to a dropout who went through many crazy experiences. These included: * Meeting a girl on a bus travelling between provinces and spending several days in the nearest hotel with her drinking way too much alcohol and snorting cocaine. I spent roughly $1300 in two days. We stole from stores, broke into a pool to have sex in it, had sex in a trafficked alley, had sex on another bus, pierced both my ears by ourselves infront of hotel staff just for kicks, streaked, had one hotel room in such a mess they moved us to a new one the next day, amoung other things. Oh, and did I mention this is how I lost my virginity? * Ended up in a drunk tank after having sex with said girl on the bus and almost getting in a fight with two of the passengers. The bus driver stopped at a hotel, walked back and told us "you have one minute to get off the bus or I'm calling the cops." We got off in less than a minute but a few minutes later the cops pulled up, arrested us, and put us in the drunk tank. They went through both my laptops at the time... one an OLPC (the police officer didn't even know how to open it up) and my HP Pavilion DV9847CA. I still don't understand why they would do this, or if it is even legal... this was in Canada. * I got in a fight at 3 in the morning in a dangerous part of town. It was my first actual street fight but I use to compete in kickboxing. I knocked the guy out with one punch after blocking several of his shots and he busted his head open pretty bad on the cement. He lost a lot of blood. The girl I was talking about called 911. * Started experimenting with acetaminophen (NOT amphetamine, thanks MagicTarPitRide) to see how much could harm me. At one point I calculated how much should kill a person of my weight from information I got from wikipedia, took that amount and went to bed. I woke up the next morning feeling no worse than if I had a hangover. Later that night I decided to take a whole bottle, got scared after consuming it, called 911 and was forced to stay in the hospital for three days. While handcuffed to the bed I was given the option of either having my stomach pumped or drinking liquid charcoal. I chose the latter. The girl I have been talking about ended up stealing my 500GB pirated DVDRIP collection and busting my laptop screen while I was in the hospital. I've never seen her since. I have a lot more to write but I think that's good enough for now. I'll add more later on by editing this post. **EDIT** * I then started meeting girls from craigslist because I was obviously prime dating material. I met a girl and she ended up moving in with me three weeks after we met. We then moved from my old apartment where I lived with two friends to a place where we had the upstairs to ourselves. People lived downstairs but we never saw them for the first few days. This was about two weeks before Christmas last year. This one night we were laying in bed listening to music and smoking arguily when someone knocked on our window. A guy about my age was out there and he told me he was from the basement and was wondering if he could use our stove since theirs just broke. We said fuck it and told him sure. He ran downstairs and came back with a plate, some steak and a combination knife/fork. He then started talking about himself as he cooked and said he really liked our style of music. I knew by then that he was obviously intoxicated or on something from his liberal use of air guitar, among other things. He then pulled out a bag of weed and we smoked some. About twenty minutes later someone knocked on our door. It was his roommate and roommates girlfriend from downstairs. His roommate told us that he could get us any drug we wanted. "SOME WHITE, SOME SNOW, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN... SOME E, HELL, HAVE SOME OF MY CROWN ROYAL LIQUOR!!!!" If these guys don't sound sketchy to you then I'm simply not explaining this situation correctly... Anyways, they left after a little bit but not before the guy who knocked on my window gave me four or five pills of ecstasy. I decided not to take them but when the girl I was with took one I followed and we ended up taking them all. That stuff is AMAZING. I danced around like an idiot and from the girls account apparently I walked around a lot air punching/kicking and saying "I LOVE EVERYBODY!" Obviously all common sense was out the window at this point so we decided to visit our new friends downstairs. We went back down and the same guy gave us a handful of the pills. We sat on the couch taking pills for a while and I was completely infatuated with rubbing the girls bare back under her shirt... it was amazing just doing that. She seemed to be zoning out by staring at the wall but she kept on telling me she was all right. Then, she told me the whole room was spinning and she threw up. We went back upstairs at this point. To explain the rest you'd have to know a bit about our sex life at that point. Being in a new relationship we were having a lot of it, obviously. But she was into cutting me with a knife. These were only surface cuts though so it was ok. She also started burning me with cigarettes and I still have a few scars to prove it. At one point I also stuck a long needle through my arm. She'd go from wanting me to tie her up and treat her like a slave to wanting me to lie down while she poured candle wax on me and cut me. So after going back upstairs we sat on the couch in the living room. We talked for a bit and both were obviously fucked. She later told me she couldn't control what was going out of her mouth, but she said something about wanting to have sex with one of the guys downstairs. She then went on, "would it be ok if..." and the look on my face must have clued her in. She then went on about how she'd never do anything to hurt me and whatever else lying sluts tell you. After a while of silence she goes, "I want to see you cut yourself." So I get my knife and at this point I'm really fucked and shouldn't be holding a blade, let alone cutting myself. I put it to my right shin and started with some surface scratches. Then I don't know what happened... she said something about me not doing it hard enough and I lost control. I started slicing at my leg as hard as I could. I resolved in my mind that I wasn't going to stop violently cutting my leg until she told me to. To this day the *SCHICK, SCHICK, SCHICK* sound as I slashed at my leg still haunts me. After about twenty cuts she then nonchalantly said that that was enough. I spent the next few hours bleeding in the tub as she sat on the toilet. I told her it was probably a good idea if we called 911 but she said we probably didn't want to. I then started turning white and feeling really faint... she finally called 911 for me. I later found out I lost between a third and a fourth of my blood that night. There was a really bad snowstorm outside so it took a while for the ambulance to get there. The 911 dispatcher stayed on the phone with us and got me to lay on the bed while the girl held my leg up. After about an hour the ambulance arrived and a whole slew of authorities entered the house. They confiscated my entire knife collection (~20 knives, including some illegal concealable double edged blades and some butterfly knives), ruled out the hookah as something used to smoke illegal drugs, wrapped up my leg and put me in the ambulance. The girl got in with me as well as a male and female emergency worker. The emergency worker basically played mind games with me the whole way. I then started feeling the wounds and with one cut I could actually touch my shin bone. Upon arrival at the hospital they sat me in a room to fill out paper work. A police officer took the girl to the side and basically told her "people like me" were lost causes and couldn't be helped. She never looked at me after that, but later caught a ride to her mothers with some man she met in the emergency room. I later found out this guy basically told this girl he was rich and he could take care of her, but she declined. They took me in the emergency room and stiched up my leg. I didn't need my leg frozen as I was fucked enough all ready. I couldn't stop looking around and grinding my teeth. Two female police offiers were in the room with me playing mind games as well. I was the scum of the earth to these people, and today I don't really feel that they were that off at that point. After being stiched up I was then put in a wheel chair and told that I was being put in a better place than the emergency room. I didn't ask any questions and they took me to a huge steel door which they'd have to unlock. I found this a bit odd but I still never asked questions. I then got wheeled into this new building and upon looking around me the people seemed just a bit... off. A lightbulb then went off in my head and I said, "Holy fuck, am I in a psyche ward!?" I'll talk about my psyche ward experience among other things in my next edit... all this writing and recalling is really exhausting, and the memories aren't exactly my favorite. **I have hit the character limit so I'm writing more in a reply below** * [Next part](http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/akya3/i_am_a_post_suicidal_early_twenties_male_who_has/c0i65y9) more