I don't think it could be called an attempt, but I'm not sure... Tonight, I was sitting by myself at church while the other youth were ignoring me, as usual, and I took out my knife. I fiddled around with it for a while, and then I got the urge to cut. I thought about it for a bit, but I didn't want anyone to see. (I don't wear long sleeves) Instead, I moved my watch down and tightened it so I could see the veins more clearly and a feeling of complete hopelessness washed over me. I felt like maybe I should just go ahead and die since nobody seemed to care anyway. I felt like I had no place in this world. A part of me was hoping that maybe someone would see me covered in blood and take me to the hospital or something. The rest of me just wanted it to end. I sliced with the knife, but I was too scared to press it hard enough to sever the vein. I cut multiple times, but I could never seem to push the blade hard enough. (must not be sharp enough) I don't know if it can be called an attempt or not.. I wanted to die and, in a way, I tried to achieve that. Can anyone clarify?