Day Late Friend

I just came back from the hospital. Well not just came back, because i took a long nap after. But anyways, I was sent there because i overdosed on my meds; Seroquil and Lamictul. I took a lot more than i usually take. I took it last night(the 19th) for the sole purpose of making me fall asleep fast. I had really bad thoughts and i even started to cut again but then stopped shortly after. Nothing was wrong with me and after five hours i was sent home. But again the psychologist there had to make sure i was safe enough to go. I said i was, even though I'm not, because my mom would have flipped out. I don't know whats happened to me. Everyday i try to be happy but it never happens.Is this meaningless existence of a life meant for me? Probably. But i can't do anything about it anymore. I, again, have no friends anymore. I tried to talk to Carly, who is in my other writings, about it last night but i think she was too stoned. Figures, the one girl that was there for me all that time, has now decided to let me die. So i sit here alone, in my thoughts and fears, wondering what life is going to be like for me. It will probably all end in disaster and hate. My life means nothing. This life, will take my everything. One breath, one touch, will be the end of me. I'm never going to be good enough, so why should I bother trying? I have no friends, my family is mad at me because of today, and school doesn't do shit for me. Its this time in my life when i start planning my eventual death. Its this time that i make a plan that won't fail. Because once i do it, i will not have worry about anything anymore. I will be free, In the safety of my sins. I hope the best for everyone reading this. You cant save me. Nothing can. Everyone from now on will just be my day late friend.