i know what it's like to try and slit my wrists because i was unhappy. and i'll tell you - it ain't easy. sure, you could eventually bleed out, but god it just takes so long! - even when you're spurting blood 3 feet in the air from your radial artery - a body will do whatever it takes to survive. you will get a little dizzy. and you'll eventually clot. so basically if you passed out, you would stop bleeding at some point and then what would you do...? you would lie in your room/the tub until you woke up and got the strength to kick the crap out of the vein some more. lucky me - where i live, i have solitude. i can take as long as i want to slit my wrists. i have people living mere feet away from me on either side, but i can still basically do anything i want as long as it doesn't make a ton of noise or set off the smoke detector. another scenario: you wake up after losing consciousness from blood loss. if you do this somewhere other than a tub, there's a disgusting mess of coagulated blood on the floor. a big "pool of blood" is not as sexy as it should be, like in the movies. blood solidifies very quickly after pooling, and soon enough you're dealing with a substance much like smelly, poorly formed jell-o, and you're slipping and sliding around in it. and by smelly i mean rotten. as well as all the gross red shit all over the place, you've probably also been vomiting up whatever you ate for breakfast, and it's in your hair, and beside your head, and that smell is also just delicious. your stomach is cramping and you're having muscle spasms all over. your head feels like it's tied to a string 10 feet up and you can't concentrate because you're so dizzy. your vision shakes and spins and it makes you throw up again. this time on your thigh because you're sitting up now, sort of. by the 5th time, it's just lots of sticky, yellow bile and you're smelling like you're already dead. a rotting, gelatinous bloated corpse. but somehow you're still alive, how much alive is anyone's guess, and it's time to make a decision. well, let's weigh our options. you could take a look around, realize that, "hey! death ISN'T as beautiful as i thought it was! maybe i should just deal with life instead." take it easy with the classes next semester.. get over your girlfriend she never loved you anyway.. take up a hobby. it ain't that hard. OR you could pick the razor up and cut the clot open, and actually turn into that putrid corpse you smell like. and just be nothing. go through with this, and you are going to scar everyone around you. life is going to go on for others, and you might get a mention in the paper, and a cute little obit (i wonder what picture they would use of you), but everyone close to you is left to pick up your pieces and deal with this awful thing you've done. it's selfish and it's easy for you, but your family will tear their hearts out wanting you back. i've been there, so i know what it's like to tear my family and friends apart - i know what it's like to have stomach cramps so severe i finally ask someone to call 911 - i know what it's like to cry, alone in an ambulance all the way to the hospital - i know what it's like to spend a couple days up in the psych ward with the loons and having to explain afterwards to everyone who asks why i have these terrible scars on my arms - i know all these things.. and i wasn't even successful! basically what i'm trying to say here. i've been on the edge of death. and it ain't worth it. it's painful and not even near as romantic as it looks in the movies. IM me with comments or hate mail.