“Well, not even managing to kill yourself properly is a bit of competence nadir, don’t you think?” “I dunno, I reckon it’s pretty ’ard. I mean, being alive is like a…whatjamcallit…like blinking, y’know, just summin you do wifout ’aving to fink about it.” I shook my head. “For most people, perhaps. For me it’s a daily commitment I sometimes don’t feel like making. But I hate that I tried. And I hate that I failed. This doesn’t represent some beautiful moment in which I chose life. It’s a fuckup, pure and simple. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be here.”
