It’s been 6 years, sliced wrists, pills swallowed, attempted drowning, starvation and yet I’m still not dead. My only conclusion to having absolutely no physical side affects to any of this, is that indeed, I’m immortal. There is no other explanation to a new knife refusing to cut my veins, no matter how violently I sliced it against me. No use in attempting suicide again if clearly, the first 4 fatal attempts didn’t work. So, I guess I’m stuck here and have absolutely no clue what to do with myself… either that or I really am dead and I’m stuck in a realm of my own after life. But that’s too complicated to accept.
