So yesterday I started the new semester at the college. I had my Flash class, my Drugs class, and got started on my fully-online Project Management class. I still have no idea what we're gonna do in Project Management, but unfortunately my brother is an idiot and ordered the book for it online with regular shipping. That means that I won't get my books for all six of my classes 'till next week.
So the thing is that when I signed up for this random medical class, I was informed that the professor was A.J. Fairweather. As you can see, this would be creepy to me because of he same initials. A couple of weeks ago the professor changed. I had no idea why. I was told yesterday by a drug addict from the class next door that A.J. Fairweather offed herself by closing her garage door, pass out in her car after turning on the engine, and die from carbon monoxide poisoning. There was no letter; it seemed as if it was a quick decision and not a fully planned out one.
And I have PTSD and Dissociation Identity Disorder (these are fancy words for insane). I wonder when I'll lose my marbles? And when I try to kill myself again, I would know what to do. If any of you guys want some cool suicide methods, just say the word.
I will also put a diagram of my invention.
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