The last time I was drunk, I decided that I'd had enough and I wanted it over. I decided to go down to the kitchen and cut my wrists. I was so drunk that I couldn't walk, my legs just wouldn't work. I was forced to stay on the bathroom floor until the morning, and luckily the only thing in reach was a razor blade, and I couldn't do any serious harm with that, only superficial. I've no doubt that had I been able to walk, I would have killed myself that night.