You walk to the drug store to procure a fresh pack of razor blades. The cashier is taking FOREVER, doesn't she know you have something you NEED to be doing right now?! Oh, great, now she's making small talk as you tap your fingers on the counter impatiently. She rattles on impassively. How can someone be so clueless? How can someone be so HEARTLESS? You've had enough; you lash out at her. You tell her you are in a hurry and she needs to shut her word-hole and finish ringing you up before you gut her like the pig she is. The cashier looks like she's just been punched in the stomach. Fuck it, you think, as you shove the package of razor blades into your pocket and make a beeline to the exit. Security tries to stop you but you tell them to fuck off and keep moving; you know once you're out the store they can't do jack shit to you and what's it matter now anyway? You walk briskly home. You leave the keys in the front door. You run a warm bath, light some candles and remove your clothes. You slide into the sizzling H2O. You remove a razor blade from the package. It looks hungry. Feeding time, you say to no one as you press the blade against your wrist...just then you hear an alert from your phone; there's a new episode of W3 Thr33 Tr0lls to download! You brush the blade aside as you pop your ear buds in; suicide can wait...for now.