At the age of 18/19, I was manipulated into a pseudo-relationship by a maniacal underage girl and her equally insane family, during the course of which I was fucked around on, threatened with law enforcement and violence from even-less sane family members, paraded around like an idiot while my friends all tried their best to convince me to get the fuck out, which my conscience wouldn't let me off with so easily as I was convinced if I did, either she'd immediately go the suicidal route and her death would be on my conscience, or I'd be persecuted by the previously-mentioned psychopaths and hung out to try, offered the pain pills of the fuckhead she was cheating on me with after I'd just gotten done kicking a reeeeally bad habit (this came later on AFTER she decided she was done with me and left on a whim), and on top of all this, lied to about a supposed "miscarriage" that unraveled my mind so thoroughly, I proceeded to eat an ungodly amount of drugs and almost died in the bathroom of the deli I used to work in.
Miraculously, instead of being hospitalized, I simply asked my boss with my last useful conscious words if I could take my break early, passed out on the break room table expecting not to wake up, and came to EXACTLY half an hour later, unharmed, feeling like a million bucks. I took it as a sign from above to get the fuck out of dodge and regain control of my life, and I did, and thus, Box was saved.
Also, I had kidney stones last year.
That shit suuuuuuuuuuucked.
