I passed out. My magic is the only reason why I'm writing this. The only reason why I'm still alive. Well, really it was Ossy. He forced me to throw up all 120 pills. Approximately that much, anyways. I checked my soul. It's dark. There's a fracture in the side. I was so close to overdosing. If Ossy hadn't appeared from my soul's distressed magic, that last stand magic that summons him, I would be dead. I feel half dead. I should be dead. I'm just glad Sans isn't home.. Or Ossy didn't get him. If he saw me.... Why.. What was I thinking? I am so fucking selfish..