Trigger.

What's the point in trying to stop? I always fail. It's written in my blood that I'll fail. Alone in the house.
Or not alone- at least I've got a &^$#ing knife and some pills to keep me company.

No point trying to stop, when you despise yourself so much. I can't tell if people are being genuine when they say they care because the past has shown that so many people don't give a &%#! about me. Do I just read the wrong intent behind words or does no one really give a %#!*?