I don't even know why I was doing it. My boyfriend wasn't home and I just kept thinking about wanting to die. So I cut my wrist with a razor blade several times. Then I let it bleed into the bathroom sink for almost an hour. Sometimes cutting the wounds open to make them bleed more. I stopped once I felt too dizzy to stand and my arm was kinda numb. Maybe I should have cut both wrists... Maybe I just wasn't ready to go yet... I don't know, I feel very weird now. I can't tell if I'm hopeful because I alive and maybe I don't want to die. Or if I just feel stupid for not being able to go all the way with it. I just feel strange and indescribable.