I felt like I had failed at everything in my life. I had all that I needed to succeed, in my mind at least, but I was a born failure.
UNEMPLOYABLE
A FAILURE AT SCHOOL
UNLOVEABLE
Feelings born of heartbreak and hopelessness. And, worse still, I couldn't even be a good mental patient. Not one involuntary admission. Not one hour in seclusion. Not one stitch in my sliced up arms.
A FAILURE INDEED.
However hard I tried to self destruct, that damned rational brain and life impulse kept getting in the way. I was left walking the streets for hours, pleading with God to anniahlate me, since my own attempts were so pitiful...