My razor

As I was cleaning my room yesterday I ran across one of my razor blades. I haven't been able to throw it away or forge about it. As I hold it in my hand I wonder what I should do now. I know what I want to do. I am just tired of all of this crap and I am ready to end it all. I just want to cut. Well I feel the need to cut. So I guess that being said I now know what I am going to do.