I was depressed. I was lonely. I was poor. I hated myself and I wanted to hurt myself. So I did. I got a kinfe from the kitchenm and sat in the bath slowly and methodically rubbing the sharp edge of the knife over my wrist. It was kinda dull and I got frustrated after I saw that I wasn't bleeding after ten minutes or so. So I broke open one of my flatmate's razors (I didn't have any of my own cause I don't shave my body hair) and used that instead. Finally a little bit of blood trickled down my hand, and then a bit more, and then a bit more... it never really gushed.. just a steady trickle... then I got out of the bath and threw up.