I'm alive. The last message I wrote you was not written while I was high, although I was drunk and about to swallow the pills that landed me in a public hospital. I hate it here.
I will be honest. I wish I had succeeded. As someone here noted, it was april fool's day when I posted. I wasn't joking, but perhaps the world was when it refused to let me die.
I'm sitting in bed with my laptop, with a nurse posted nearby so as to make sure I'm alright. They were upset with Stieg because he was the only one who could bring me here and do all the paperwork. I have no next-of-kin, after all.
I understand why he saved me. But that doesn't stop me from being upset about it.
I'm sorry for causing you all concern. I don't know what possessed me to inform you all of that, it'd have been much more polite to hav just slipped away and let Oasis believe whatever they wanted. Or, most likely, not have noticed.
Thank you for your caring. I only hope I can get back to my home and away from all these people.