I made an attempt 4 months ago. There was no chance to pump my stomach, as everything was already digested, and somehow I manged to ride it out. For me some days are alright, and some days are fucking miserable. I can't seem to shake it off. Some days, I am so lonely, I wish I just didn't live. I have given up on hope of being anything more than a poor, miserable, drug addict. At least I have my girlfriend and my family. Knowing people care really helps, if i didn't have them I would have tried again recently with a much more direct method. But I can't do it, for the guilt.