My (still!) ongoing unresolved fear of ctb and lack of emotion to motivate my decision puts me at a solid 6 for now.
The rest of this reply is me rambling...
Also, I'm afraid of blood, gore, dead bodies and things of that nature. I can't even contemplate self harming unless you count hitting yourself out of frustration sometimes and cutting half your hair off impulsively lol. So for the foreseeable future i don't see myself succeeding in any ctb attempts.
I made my first "attempt" yesterday but fell upon two realizations after I failed:
1. I'm not yet at the mental state of loving death, right now I only hate life (ie. I'm a coward) and
2. Is sad but honest.. I only attempted as a cry for help. My sister did find me in the process of attempting, and she pretended to care until i yelled at her a few times (great method to quickly lose someone's sympathy).
Nowadays my thoughts lean towards attempting only when someone's around so my body can be discovered before it's too late, like yesterdays attempt. Then I wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by crying "loved" ones expressing their worry and relief that I was found in time.
But my idealistic thoughts stop there because the next step is getting put in an institution against my will.. and even after being discovered I'd be a pain-in-the ass to deal with. I don't want my decision to be a burden to anyone in any way.