/suicide/ - Suicide Tips & Tricks

I'm sorry, everyone. I tried as long as I could to keep going, for everyone who loves me and everyone who would miss me. Even though every card was stacked in my favor, everything went right, I just couldn't feel happy. For years it was draining, and it finally became too much to take.

Too my love. If I had carried on, I would have lived the rest of my life with you. However, even in your perfection I wasn't able to feel joy, and it would have only been cruel to us both for me to marry you only to leave you without me later on. I hope that you can find love and happiness somewhere else, and even in death I will always love you.

To my friends. I will always treasure the times we had together. I'm sorry to leave you, and I hope that you will remember fondly the time we shared together. Without all of you around me, I would have left much sooner.

Too Jared. You will always be my best friend. I should have told you years ago that I love you, and you were the closest thing I ever had to a brother. You were my brother. Now I've left too, and you're the last one left. Maybe it's stupid of me to dwell on the friendship the three of us had years ago, but I hope you miss me fondly the way we missed him. I put my JAV collection in our FTP server, enjoy them you colossal faggot.

Too my family. Mom and dad, I'm sorry to you most of all. You were the greatest parents a child could ever ask for, please carry on. Leaving you without a child will be my greatest regret, but as my depression grew the sadness became too much to take. Dad, if I had only grown to be half the man that you are I could have died proud. You were a constant source of inspiration to me, and my greatest roll model.

Goodbye everyone, I will remember you as fondly as I hope you will remember me.

Jared is my sole benefactor, all of my belongings go to him.

"here's your worst mother of the century award"

"I love you Lena"

My older sister's friend who's married. I do like her though

When [redacted name] was around, I felt better about this dismal existence. She and I went to [a high school's name], and then she was very friendly at work. I feel worse than before after she is gone, which is saying a lot. Was I the only one who knew why she did it? She was heart broken over [her husband's name]'s cheating. Now I'm heartbroken over her. [Redacted name] told me he was her ex. She was available, but I didn't move fast enough. I wasn't aware of how much time was left. Don't wonder what you could have done to change this. I'm all too familiar with that form of thought. It torments me so much. There was nothing you could have done. [Redacted name] said she knew no other way to live without his support. Trapped, she wanted out. I believe I loved her. The pain never stops, when many seem to be over it. My heart loves too much, while the body has trouble expressing emotion. I love all but the truly wicked. I have always loved my family. But have I ever said it past childhood? During childhood? Ever? I didn't reciprocate with words. Granted, love is very hard to believe with the anger I've expressed over the years. Words of rage, violence, all the angry things I've spoken of were just expressions of pain and frustration. I never turned away from faith. It seemed wrong to, despite every opportunity turning sour. Her last word to me was when she called out my name. Now her voice echoes in my head, torturing my mind. Every department's a memory. The memories hurt, and my feebled brain associates every single memory with it being just yesterday. This kept the pain fresh, like her death just happened, over and over again. It's like having a heart attack every day I go into work. I'm in agony. Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain. I thought to myself upon that horrible day her death was announced, "I will wait 24 hours before doing this." Another thought formed after that day into "I will wait a week. Surely it can't keep hurting this bad." It has been over a month. Nothing is changing. This is only torture. I will shut this heart down. If I may part with some advice? Don't allow yourselves to be so cold, as I was. Don't allow doubt into your lives. Coldness and doubt ruin everything. Have faith, so that we meet again. With love, [redacted name]

Don't blame yourselves. I'm sorry.

"I could just say 'suicide notes are for self-important faggots' and be done with it, but the very act of leaving a suicide note is already evidence of my own perceived self-worth and sense of Self. On that front, I've failed. At least that's my last failure.

In such an event, then, I might perhaps try to at least embrace my undeserved and dishonorable self-importance and write something poetic and memorable, but I've long given up on writing creatively and I think it's safe to say this, if nothing else, is the time to say that it's too late.

Anyways, bye then."

-Me

I kind of like the idea of using an album as a final mark on the world. If there was one thing I wish I was, it's a musician. At least a good one. I like the idea of finishing the "masterpiece" I've been working on for 3.5 years now.

Maybe I'll leave a note on the door like "Take a picture of my body, and use it as an album cover for the file marked (album name), then upload it to my bandcamp for free."

That seems too edgy now that I think about it. Maybe I'll just upload it seconds before pulling the trigger. What do you guys think?

>>8186

They would probably try to take it down pretty quickly if the album cover was a picture of your corpse, but they might leave it up since it was your final request.

>>8187

You're probably right. Honestly as long as it's complete, and put on the internet somewhere free, I'll be able to rest easy.

>>5293

If you're miserable your odds of becoming not miserable decrease drastically compared to someone that is happy. Misery breeds more misery, common sense shows that is simply true.

"rez plz" jk

>>9719

100% correct.

I don't think high school kids should be blowing their brains out, they haven't seen enough of life yet to make a fair decision. But at a certain point suicide is completely rational.

“Life is like a movie, if you've sat through more than half of it and it’s sucked every second so far, it probably isn't going to get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. Nobody should blame you for walking out early.”

― Doug Stanhope

I've written a fair amount. This one remains the closest to how I feel

I am not the same person that I used to be. I am whatever's left, standing in the shadow of anon, crouching in his grave half dug. The idea of ones self can only survive so much twisting and rearranging before it emerges something new, and the idea of Anon has turned to something different. Under the habituation of psychotropic medicine, I am reborn.

The death date on my tombstone is months off, possibly years. Anon died mid-winter, in the budding segment of 2015.I am told that my true thoughts are not safe. That I am only a well-functioning individual when under the heavy blanket of medicine. I'd argue that how I feel off medicine is closer to my true, unadulterated thoughts than any fleeting ideas I feel on medicine. My mental state has fallen so far, I feel so close to a psychotic break. Perhaps I've been living one for the past 8 months.

If anything, these past months have shown he how easily the human personality can change. There no longer exists a need to seek different traits or characteristics of the mind, when the personality exuded can be controlled so easily. Any trait, any differentiator, can be taken on with little effort.

Be happy for me. I'm moving on the whatever's next, for better or worse. (Please cremate me and sell all my stuff to pay for the funeral, I love you mom, dad, and Anonston, Anonette)

I hope it's quiet there

I can finally sleep.

Milk

Eggs

Bread

Lunchmeat

Cheese

Lettuce

Tomatoes

Onions

Sugar

Flour

Honey

Raisins

Bananas

Floss

Bearing grease

Wipers

'Ayy Lmao'

If I decide to leave anything at all.

Jet fuel can't melt steel beams.

>>9721

why are so many suicidal brahs former//current wow players?

gave me keks tho

>>10058

to my mother, i leave my fleshlight

i never did find a wife to give you grandchildren, but hopefully you will take care of the closest thing to a woman i ever had

Fucking none

I'll be dead, dead people don't care for anything

"I hope i'm rotting by the time you find me, have fun scraping my dried brains off of the wall."

I was pretty edgy. still am to be honest.

No thank you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahCgADqInX8

I tried to kill myself

I left a not clearly explaining why death will not be a bad thing for me (because the dead are not deprived of life as deprivation is a sensation), and that my suffering will end

I drew a picture of a stickman jumping off a cliff saying 'weeeee'

parents didn't find it funny and were too dumb to understand the reasoning

next attempt, what I consider my actual attempt (because I didn't jump), I took a massive drug OD and blacked out. Apparently I wrote a note then fell into my parents room slurring for an ambulance

amberlamps said if they came 5-10 mins later I would of certainly died. spent at least a week in a coma and 5 days in a psych ward

the secret to life is to find some humour in your misery, to learn to laugh at just how awfully horrible and shit life is. like holy shit it really is fucking that bad. what can you do but laugh at the absurdity of it, cry in the corner?

it's not really a laugh btw not a hahah belly roll, more a smug shiteating type smirk

that, and copious amounts of prescription and street drugs

why not just kill myself though? because niggers? because life isn't rational and neither am I? because the question doesn't need to be answered let alone asked?

stack bricks fuck chicks depression kicked boxes ticked hit a lick alalalalallaladkksck

why not kill someone else?

>>5293

>I am miserable now, I have been miserable for some time, therefore I will be miserable forever,

except the problem with that is that all the justification suicide needs is

>I am miserable now, I have been miserable for some time

end it. not like you will be deprived of the good in life when you're rotting in the ground

>>5293

I've been miserable since I was abandoned as a child and left to be homeless. Since then, my health has been steadily deteriorating. Heart keeps stopping, knees feel like I'm grinding glass in them. Kinda' hard to limp with both legs. Like I said before, just because you didn't win the lottery the last hundred times you played, does not mean that you cannot continue this losing streak for the rest of your life. There is no balance at the macro level. Your shitty existence does not have anything to do with the law of conservation of mass and energy.

It's more likely that there is a finite amount of happiness in the universe, and your pointless suffering allows others to experience joy with no consequences to pay later.

>>7914

"I'm tired."

That about sums it up. I should use that. I'm so tired, I just want to stop. What else is there to say?

Thanks for the abundance of delicious spiced meats.

Next time someone decides to make spaghetti tacos please tell me, so i can rise from the fucking grave and rape them.

>>3449

"Ayy lmao."

>>5302

This one sums up a lot of people here i think

After a lifetime of giving up, I've come to the conclusion that my current outlook on life is one born of observation rather than fear. I do fear many aspects of living in this day and age, to be certain, however I have decided that I am not giving up on life. I am turning my back on it. I simply cannot be content with the state of this country, this world, or this life. I want to be something greater than I am, but people are only as great as the world around them permits them to be. I will not be a wageslave. I will not lose myself to greed if I become very affluent. I will not resort to drugs to deal with a mundane and corrupt world.

The beautiful things in life are unobtainable for me, and the joy that they would possibly bring would be short-lived anyway. I love my family and what few friends I have, and I apologize for walking out at this point in time. I would also like to empathize regarding the incomprehensible position I am in. We have already established that I can only be understood to a certain degree, but that barrier won't make my suicide any easier to handle. I want to see what exists beyond this world, what grand story might be waiting for me. I do believe in God and I do believe in his Son, but I also fervently believe that all can and will be forgiven, no matter how grave the sin. If I ask for absolution, I know without a doubt that I will receive it.

I will confess that I simply couldn't handle life in this pre-Heaven proving ground, that I couldn't even bring myself to face the challenges (let alone pass them). I will confess my cowardice, but maintain the fire behind the greatness I desire. I can only hope that a second chance is waiting for me, and that I will be more than capable of acts of greatness in that new life. I want to do great things for others, and be great in a wonderful story. I've always wanted to be some kind of amazing, purposeful hero, and I sincerely pray that the afterlife will have a story where I can fulfill that role.

I am not unaware of reality, I am rejecting it. I admit that I cannot face it and I commend those who can, even down to the most mindless drone working in a Walmart somewhere. The proving ground is not for me, so I am shamelessly skipping ahead to the sequel and hoping I can be forgiven for that. And if I can't, then I'll serve my sentence with the other cowards and bad people from history. I think Lucifer can and should be forgiven. And if the worst of the worst can be forgiven, then why can't I?

Live to the best of your ability, cherish everything you can, be patient, and do good things while you can. I'm sorry for throwing extra weight on your shoulders with this selfless course of action, but I know you will pull through. You will do it for me, you will do it because I don't want to see any tears shed on my account. Being cared for by others has always felt awkward to me, so try to move on as quickly as possible. Grieve while you must, but don't linger. I might be watching, and I'll be very upset myself if you are.

If I've earned my spot in the sequel, I'll be waiting for you there. Work hard!

>>5611

As a tip for the coroner ?

>>7487

that is not necessarily true, in my country it is enough to simply write it down, and be considered of sound mind at the time of writing. Though with a suicide the second part might be tricky

>>5302

Jesus!

>Sic transit gloria mundi

>That's one less mouth you have to feed. I did this for you. Be happy.

>>3449

"The horror! The horror!"

>>4056

24 seems to be the magic number on this site, it's taken me this long to put serious thought into ending my life. I'm still too scared to leave my cushy loser life but 30 is another magic number that I'm hoping for as well. If my mom is dead by then maybe I won't need the note.

>>10200

I've never really seen Vocaloid stuff but that made me smile. I'd be tempted to just write the link to that as my note even though it's not accurate to my problems but then I'd be demonizing Miku and anime is the closest thing that made me happy.

>>4509

1.Fly to Japan and go to the forest.

2.Find overlooked skeleton

3.Hang a sign that says "2 spooky!" or "We-a bones" around my neck.

4.Kill self next to him

Nah, I'd never do something that disrespectful but damn I wish I could at least get a laugh out of somebody from my misery.

"I was born a bad mold and the art of tragedy has ceased to amuse me enough to not break myself."

If I try to add more the art metaphor just gets too obnoxious.

Enclosed on the following USB stick is a file with a list of things i care about.

Inside will be my collection of 133,512 images of french bread.

all the times I've attempted suicide I've never left a note.

What's the point.

>>11337

Closure for family/friends, should you have any. There's only so much you can give them, though, in terms of explanation. Only you can see the world through your eyes, so there's a minute amount that any person can understand.

If you are compelled to do so, it's a last courtesy you can give to those you leave behind. The trick is to say what you really want them to know, as much as you can to mitigate the pain.

>>11337

Leave behind a funny message.

"I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return.

In fact, I mean not to."

>>11329

classy

Kinda got sick of living. Sorry about the clean-up and all that.

none

I was told that I had the potential to do anything. Potential however, is only just that.

PS - I forgot to finish the Fallout 3 main quest; I was on the last part with my last save file. It's still there if someone wants to finish it for me.