My 16-year-old niece tried to slash her wrist today. She botched the attempt, though, and managed only to leave a mess on a once white shirt where her blood had dried. I wasn't in the least bit sympathetic. On the contrary, the whole episode only annoyed me and, well, raised some vague recollections of my own high school suicide fantasies. I believe the scenes I came up with were gorier, more creative. I never did act on any of them, though. I was never that stupid...
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