The more I read these boards the happier I am that I am a loner, have no family within 1000 miles (except my daughter) no SO in my life--I just have to worry about myself and my dog. My little Peaches is always happy to see me and sad to see me go, she never complains, never wants for anything except a bite to eat and even if I don't take her out for a walk she just does her business on the pad in the bathroom. Yes my life is perfect.
Last night I started wondering again if I am just imagining life, maybe I really did die when I overdosed and I'm just imagining everything, or I'm really lieing in a hospital unconscious? It was a very creepy feeling but somewhere around 2am I just decided that well if this is a dream then I don't want to wake up.