i tried to kill myself. im so annoyed it didnt work and now im just left to clean the stains and hide the wound. it was hard cutting as deep as i did. i have such a low threshold for pain but alcohol and thoughts of how much pain animals routinely endure provided the necessary lubrication. i believe it failed to work because the blood was strangely thick, instead of pouring out it was hanging off my wrist. ive lived a pathetic existence of substance abuse and i feel expired and older than i should. ive never had any confidence and at the moment im drinking everyday. i have an inflamed liver and so shouldnt be drinking at all, but some how it feels good knowing im drinking myself to death. im 32 and ill always be a fuckhead.