Write your suicide note

>tfw too scared of what happens after death that I couldn't kill myself unless shit got super bad
You tell me if this is a good thing

I'll leave before the new dawn. This carcass can't resist the temptation of the void and no treasures can it find lurking under the golden light.
His wounds weeps hopes and dreams. This corpse knows that there is no trascendence, and no waifus to implant the hot white fluid of life. His dried body crave for more than the day can bring. His gods are hanging on the distance, stripped off their divinity.
This cursed land can't give birth to his feverish desires, can't produce dragons and magic or BETAS and waifus. There is no worth in this cursed reality. Just the abyss and shades are close to what's beyond reach.
byebye, humans.

>>9556213
I am tired of trying

>>9556799
This is what i would write

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*fattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggyfattypiggy*

MAYO MAYO MAYO MAYO

tits. big jam tits. t-t-t-tits.

fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, hahaaaaaaaaaaaa
:(

I am no longer here. That may mean that I have killed myself, but it also may not. I need to escape, and that involves you not knowing. I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but I can't keep going like this. I want you to imagine me living out in the woods. By myself - and happy.

>>9556213
Please, delete my hard drive, and free the little girls of my basement. Thanks in advance.
—Anon.

Re-rolling for stats, brb

Went to the shop for a tin of irn bru, they only had diet.

I don't need this life anymore.

>>9559993
You don't need a suicide note if you're Scottish. Everyone will understand.

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Fuck this world.

Fuck everyone I know: they're but sheeps.

Fuck America. Fuck racism. Fuck sexism. Fuck pop music. Fuck ugly buildings. Fuck politicians. Fuck money. Fuck power.

I'm out.

When I was a small boy, I caught glimpse of the
spirit realm. I saw the ghosts busting their
spooky nuts on everything and everyone; and
they laughed and were jovial at the fact of
our unawareness to their mischief.
They looked at me; looking at them.
They began to laugh, and they spoke
amongst themselves: ''Look, that one
can see us''. After this, I lost
the ability to see into the world
of the spirits. And I lived my life
and I was no different from anyone
else. But this was merely a farce.
For as I sat and looked upon my
friends, my family, and all that
I knew. I knew, I always knew;
The spirits were nutting on everything
that I held dear.-------------Goodbye.

Fuck you and your mother twice, ps.: have fun cleaning me from the carpet - anon

>>9556213
I'm done here.

life might not be peaking but i sure am heeeey
xoxo anon

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>>9560084
why did you delete this

The world is a grand jazz, but i am no dancer

I am not fine, and it's all your fault. Fuck my mom, fuck Muslims, fuck niggers, fuck jews, fuck women, fuck you.
p.s. crack my pc and phone if you want all the weird ass porn I collected. I got the good shit. I'm talkin hentai, incest, bunnies, deer, horses, orange peels, etc.
P.P.s. there are only two genders

>>9560237
after reading this all I can say is: kill yourself /pol/

I'm a failure
I have tried time and time again to change my ways
My lazyness, my lack of motivation
My greatest skill has been deceipt, and not letting through my flaws
But this was all based upon the fact that, so far in my life, the world always held my hand.
And I know that as soon as it stops holding my hand and looks up to me, respects me, and expects me to hold their hand, I will fail them. Because that's who I am, who I have learnt to be and who I can't stop being.
Rather than fail the world when it needs me the most I'd rather commit the ultimate failure when I still need the world and it doesn't expect anything back
dunno OP, if anything this is actually kinda making me want to commit suicide, when I was mostly alright before. Was that you master plan?

Actual suicide note:
OP made me do it

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>>9560002
>fuck racism

>>9556213
the day I kill myself I won't leave a suicide note

>>9560002
You forgot to fuck fucking, virgin

>>9560297
>the day I kill myself I won't leave a suicide note
that's a weird thing to write on a suicide note, anon
just, play along

In the movie, forest gump, the protagonist says something along the lines of " life is like a box of chocolate, you don't know what you'll get." What did he mean by this? Didn't he read the packaging? What person just buys chocolates they don't know anything about. I guess what I mean is that this will be my ingredients list. Some might find something they're allergic to. I am a human, that's all really. There are many of us. Hopefully the aliens have taken over before anyone gets to read this, since while I have wasted my own time, I am still wasting yours in death. Back to the chocolate analogy. I enjoyed all chocolates. Today I even saw some with liquorice. Chcolate liquorice? Did that dopey retard take account for such attrocities? I'd still eat it though, do not misinterpret me. Also there is a treassure buried under a bridge where the sunset drifts.

I feel really fucking horny all of the time and one must possess either certain elusive qualities or shallow status symbols in order to convince Playmate tier 9/10 10/10 girls to have sex with you. Hot sex is my life's chief aim and purpose. Thighs, tits, butts, midriffs, necklines, eyes, the smell of hair; these things make me melt. I want to fuck all day and all night long. I am tormented by desire day in day out. What life has given me thus far just isn't good enough and nature hasn't gifted me with enough qualities to make things ever seem any less hopeless. So -

I'm killing myself.

peace out, later, bye, checking out, done, I don't care, fuck this, fuck you, fuck the whole world, fuck it.

>currently doing this thing where I don't masturbate
>not a virgin btw, I'm just shallow and don't want to settle for landwhales.
>currently on a self-improvement fitness kick and I'm far from comitting suicide. 23yo, 6'3", way too skinny, neurotic, far from Chad temperament. This is just venting.

>>9560002
Fuck drumpf and fuck wypipo, too.

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>>9556213
i dont have any plans to off myself but if i did i guess:

Hi. Its over. Done. No more thinking, no more anxiety, no more bills to pay, no more judgemental people and no more edgelords on /lit/. Im done existing and thus the good times and bad times are no more. And if youre sad about this remember that it was all inevitable from the start, and you are heading this way aswell. i just got off early. I sincerely hope you can forgive me and continue to be happy and content with your lives. Peace.

>>9556357
7/10
>>9557376
9/10 would hit home at the bullies
>>9559047
2/10 low energy
>>9559077
8/10 thoughtful and clever
>>9559968
10/10 horrific
>>9559976
4/10
>>9559993
6/10
>>9560002
2/10 made me reply
>>9560023
8/10 good luck amongst your new ghostly friends
>>9560096
7/10
>>9560141
7/10 simple and to the point
>>9560161
3/10 you probably think that was clever, no wonder you killed yourself
>>9560237
4/10 self-centered edgelord, your mother will miss you alot
>>9560274
8/10 sincere, and to the point. But i would gage that its mostly insecurity, you will be fine if you put your mind to it.
>>9560528
6/10
>>9560631
5/10
>>9561259
6/10 pretty standard, but thoughtful.

Excuse my leave. I could never find a quiet place to write, females would never stop fawning for attention around me, and the only person I ever truly loved is my dead sister.

I will never be a gril
I will never be a gril
I will never be a gril
I will never be a gril
I will never be a gril

P.s I will never be a gril and I don't want to be a leech anymore.

No one is harmed by this. Life has become disenchanting ever since that black-haired man finally gave into carnality and humors, and wasn't himself any more.

This is the only way to retreat further into my own soulless company; I hope this is a little comfort to you, whoever's reading this

Nothing is beautiful and everything hurts

Death is sweet and life is a sour burden

I was not strong enough

Bury me with mother; I always wanted to fuck her.

its not your fault

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It is over my dear friends it is over. Remember when i was a young boy travelling through England with my pal Radical Theo and we were sitting n a lake near a large and greenleafed forest and there were many people there too ut Radical Theo said: Wait a minute, so uh alright let#s go swiming" but i said: Radical Theo" and then i explained that i needed to smoke SOME DANK STUFF ASAP OR I WILL FUCKING DIE and we oth laughed because we had already hit the bong 3 times in the half hour proior to my words so we hit another couple of hits and didn't move a bit. Radical Theo then said: Man, sitting here at the sea reminds me of reading this novel calld The Tin Drum.... Do you know it" And i said that i didn't read it because it won the nobel price and i'm sure that it's a sort of propagandistic anti-azi literature and Radical Theo responded saying: no man, grass even was in the SS dude... Nne of that is true of what you just said" And i laughed at Günter Grass having been in the fuckin SS and we both laughed and read THE PEREGRINE loudly and then we digged a hole in the ground werewe found the face of ideo Kojima staring up at us in dismal joy and he spoke in japanese words which none of us could understand so instead we gave him a hit of our bong and he was super happy and i think he was talking about the next Generationf Metal Gear and how cornered foxes are more dangerous than Jackals but we were bored and laid a carpet on tope of the hole so that nobody would notice. We then walked down to the sea and looked again at tthe water and then it was over and this is the last appy memory of my life. Ever since then despair and SUFFERING has reigned day and night if i may say so. There was a feeling of "You can't do this namyore" that struck me an average of 3,445 per night and when this happened i would walk down the stairs and knock at the dooors of my neighbour and shout: I';M DYING I'M DYING 'IM DYIIIIING" and people would be shocked by this radical excesziisveness and woud call the police but my feet were swift and cunning and i turned into the priunce of a thousand enemies and digged a hole and escaped because if i am not swift and cunning my enemies will kill you, prince of a thousand enemies. But my despair was still kingz and so i laid in my rabiit hole and read some literature as to get my mood up but all the books had the foundation of the feeling that everything in life would fail, that it was impossible to connect so as to oppoe this kind of thought i decided that it was time stoart anew and i moved to a small little town in ensilvania and there i met my future wife named Trembolo Iris and Trembolo Iris was a beautiful and strong willed woaman with bare teeth when she smiled but she had issues herself namely she was a heroin addict aand this was okay in my book but she died eventuellay 3 months after we married so there i was alone again stranged in pensylvania . Not knowing what do i wrote this suicide note filled with MAXIMUM HEART CONTENT

>>9556213
array index out of bounds

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>>9561308

>>9561575
faggot

>>9561575
Now report him and he gets banned for violating rule#3

I guess i never had any real desire to live or not to live, neither felt real satisfaction or suffering. No hard feelings, no actual harm or tiredness.
It was always the pointless obligatory routine with no end whatever i did and whoever i was. So this time i'll try to be no one.

I'm tired, let's sleep.

Hangin' out in the garage - Anon

Remember to buy:
-milk
-eggs
-bread
-butter

l'm going to kill myself lol.
Ps: sorry, I couldn't find another paper

>>9556213
They misspelled my name on my coffee again.

>>9561308
I hope this is your letter.

>>9561886
>>9561308
BTFO

my suicide note:

Suicide is one of those things that i never understod and i would then sometimes google it and try to get what it all meant but the result was that i did not find an answer. Being in despair and all that kind of fuzz i went outdoors and walked across a green area of plants and wondered what i would do with my life since i never had done anything before but it eemed like now everybody expected me to do something. I didn't find an answer but i found a little woman name Caramella and we started talking about things such as Twin Peaks or David Lynch or ´people withour beards and what we wondered was, why humans were in general too strange. She said: Are we after all HUMAN ALLTOOHUMAN. and i dind't understand but it was funny. I think i was falling in love that night since all woman i had met before were always kind of party-oriented and cared about exciting events in life but this Caramella-girl was different she stared at the moon and said: Look at how bright the moon is and i would look at the moon and say: Yeah the moon is really bright it also looks really big, like tennnis ball big" and she said: "Yeah that's true. A big moonsized tennisball" and we would both laugh and cuddle. That was strange because before that i had literally lived in a shelf atall my life and never had gotten close to anybody else. I figured that maybe life is a bitch sometimes but sometimes it's also pleasant and you meet people who are nice. There are then bright and big moons and also laughter o fman and woman and there's a feeling in one's breast, that is very sweet though i think it is also slightly tinged with a sadness, a sadness of temporaryness. Which means that it lasted not forever but also that it existed because nothing lasts forever. In the grasses around us were many animals of insect-size, that was so because they were insects. ut occasionally an insect would crawl on our boides out of ignorance. We were murderers that night and while at the beginning quite annoyed by the tingly and hostile feelings of their small innocent insect feets on our boides we eventually immersed ourself in a role of giants. We would be brtual attila-like murderers and celebrate our murders with great joys. We forgot morality here, but i think that's okay. Since we all die anyway, especially insects did we really do something evil? We would jump around in the grass with extra heavy jumps as to kill many insects and would count up in numbers as if we were counting the numbers of our slaughtered animals, while laughing and having fun. THREETHOUSAND FICE HOUNDRED DAD INSECTS FOURTHOUSAND ..... It was a very nice ight and there was no thinking abbout such things as Dating or Fucking as i often hearon the internet, rather it was just very nice and cloe and sweet and i knew that i really really liked this girl. Normally i never move at all but i started dancing with her. I don't nknow how to dance but we jumped around in circles as if the moon was playing a sick tune.

>>9561536
>>9561953

Looks like some people will actually an hero

yeha my little badbois i heard you wanna kill yours no? But let me tell u somethingz: suicide is evil and that is so because it is against RATIONALITY. Since you can not comparate whether life is worsethan death you can not rationally decide whether kill yourself or not, a foundated decisions could only be made if you had some reasonable DATA from afterlife but since ou do not have this killing yoursel is always an ACT OF MORONITY.

This was spoken by a man named DAVID LYNCh and my initial reaction would be: But man why judge so harshly... but he would then smirk at me and say: It was all a a joke me dudester, i didn't mean what i was saying. I went phew and started shaking this mans hand. He said: My dudester, i wanna have a good day today... i wanna have a good day today. And i said: yeah me mane also I, LAso I. And we did cool handsigns from elementary school and went on a big time trip towards the center of london. Geez fucking hell this city my dude i exclaimed. There were people of all colours, especially niggers with big time charisma and good bodies but no nice woman or so we thought. We said: Let's check this place out. I wanna face some rural authentic situations so we wandered into a ghetto of unknown origins. It's people had generally darker skin colours and spoke in foreign languages. David Lynch was all cool about it, he bought things here and there and said: I want to support poor people to which i woul dsay: But do you by this not reinforce the capitalistic system and attempt to reconcile irreconcilable antagnism? And Lynch said: you are wrong my child, because this action is not targeted at the system, see, if i were an onedimensioanl being who's consequences of actions were all measured by one action then it would maybe be true, but i do many things and many of them are part of what i call anti-capitalistic ACTIONs but also i suffer from our time of ACCELERATIOn. But we both said: None of this matters, i wanna have a good day today. We walked into a K-Mart and there stodd three undersized man with nothing on but a moustache and we asked them for a couple of cigarretes to which they started giggling and running away deep into the depths of kmart which was to me a fucking shocker me lad. We thoguth: Swell development. We followed them into the depths and jumped through a bucket into a tunnel decorated with fizzling neon rain. It was cuhrazy,it rained but the rain was just RED LIGHT. We saw manlet figures in the distance and started running but as we did so a siren went off. A speaker voice exclamated liudly: THINGS ARE HAPPENING NOW. TAKE CAUTION. And we nodded at the speaker voice who nodded back. Slilently we crouched through the dark, dark, dark night - Of RAin. Inbetween the tunnels were walls of love, they consisted of ores that were rare but well-known to the encyclpaedias of many libraries. One of them was named SILVER ORE. David Lynch looked at it with intent eyes and said: Geez, this colour sure has something to it.

>>9561536
>>9561953
>>9562017

This is the kind of refined writing I visit this hellhole for.

Suicide Notes are quite the thing wouldn't you agree. Sometimes i walk out of stores and think "Suicide Notes". I even sometimes write in my exams "Suicide Notes". I may go so far as to call my son "Suicide Notes", and that's because i think that life is in general one big suicide note of all life...... Yeah. All of this had many good reasons that were foundated and proven empriically. One of them was that when i went home my mother would not say hallo to me and my father was dead, he was killed n a police raid because he wrote that acron was a faggot pussylicker. They tazed him to kill. Ever since then i became a brownish radicalister, a man who was ready to DETONATE BOMBS at high priority targets in my vicinity, like say.... The Internet server. There i would plan my revenge sometimes but also not. Often all i would do was just masturbate or think of what it would be like if i was the coolest of the cool. Maybe that says something important about me but i am not 100% sure about that. Because i couldn't reach assuredness about this question i consulted my lawayer about several strategic options. He recommend me Action Plan B and i went ahead with it. I was not ready for what would happen next so i just avoided it by closing myself of in a drawer for the next t5 weeks. I was feeding myself with the clothes which were also there, oftehn one could suck out some fluids out of the fibers and eating the now dry fibers filled my stomach very well. Uncle Jeremy had to come as to lure me oout of my secret hiding spot. He utilzed bacon and video games and i couldn't resist. I walked stlyistlcally through the streets, imagining some dark noirish music with electronic beats and a rough voice underlining my movements. I would smoke imaginary cigarettes and look at lights with open eyes. I had no coat and fedora but was convinced of them fitting me. I also had to think of the latest naruto episodes i watched. Naruto was fighting Toshiba Ushira and Naruto had reached the next level of Komonuso-You and was now able to unleash his nadatebayo with Shadow figures of the third degree. Tshurushira Uchiha was also strong though, he posseses the power of the Ningikukai, an ancient technique of Genjutsu that replicated three dimenions of reality in pararalelistc elliptical form. I was very glad that Naruto had a yet another season and wrote an exciting rport on several anime forums. After this i stayed online and browsed erotic fictions and 3d modelled erotic images on deviant art. A person i subscribed had released an image of a naked woman who would transform into a half-empty soda can in a 5-image series. For some reason her breastsa and vagina were still visible on the coca cola tan but they had adopted the new colours and seemed to be of the same material as the can.... This was all a bit too confusing to me so after i came i turned of the website and listened to my soul. Then all of a sudden a feeling of such profound terror shook my heart that i started weeping

Goodnight J,

I haven't had an original idea my entire life, my suicide and note aren't original either. I've never been great at anything. and I want to leave the trap.

Maybe I'll miss you

>>9559047
Only real one itt

I lived a life of unceasing internal turmoil. This cannot continue. I am of no use to anybody this way, save for myself and my self's spurious impulses and desires. Time and time again I have tried to better myself, that I may be a force for "Good' upon the earth. Now, at the prime of my maturity as a human, I can say that this cause was lost. At the very least I can say I have the sense to end my miserable existence, lest I contribute to the ensuing aberration that is modernity. I only ask that you do not grieve for me. I would only be moved to self-hatred by this gesture, as has been my inclination for most of my life.

I'm alive because I was born.
I will die because I will end my own life.
The circle is closed, now and forever.

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>killing yourself and in your last act of being concerning yourself with how the world you look to leave will perceive you
this is faggotry of the highest order

I'm Hannah Baker and welcome to the no-spin zone. Today we'll be looking at some of the sickest shit around before I fucking whack myself you gay negroes so strap in and prepare for anal.

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I'd tell my parents and siblings I love them and not to be sad. That's it apart from designating my finances.

Sorry.

>>9556213
If I ever do it, I'm not going to leave a note.

I've thought a lot about what my note would be. All my ideas would just be me looking for attention. Or it would be me trying to defend myself from assumptions about why I killed myself. If I tried to defend against these assumptions it would just show that I was insecure about these things and that I probably did kill myself for those reasons. I'd rather just let people wonder why I did it.

>>9556213
I feel so simple in this letter, so defeated and tired. This sincerity is the basic longing for comfort or taste, like a cooling river or a gentle kiss. I feel anxious in writing this letter, like my organs are all being pulled tight by a thick rope behind me. In true word, I'm bored. I'm bored and the lynched organs aren't worth the peace of mind. Call me lazy, but there's nothing to live for. The petty thing I die for is nothing at all.
I sure hope I don't go to hell. Ah.

This wasn't a suicide. I was capable of a lot of things, but killing myself wasn't one of them. I really hope I can find out how to be a ghost.

>>9563228
this is good

I had no reason to kill myself.
That was the only reason i killed myself.

I really wasn't good at anything and the reason I stayed so long was because you loved me into place and I couldn't move

I've grown tired of myself and of growing tired of myself and it really does seem like I'm absolutely worthless and weak

I haven't risen to any of the challenges I've been presented with and it's only fair to admit defeat

>>9556213
Up until recently I have refrained from killing myself and ending the dissatisfaction I have that is inherent to life. It is a terrible thing that we are able to imagine a better reality than what we are given.

Why I refrained from suicide was that I always had the notion that inevitably there would be a solution to the gloom. This gloom syndrome. I felt that eventually I would be able to escape from it but now I have reached the point where life is unbearable.

Fuck you, I'm done.

lifing no good. i am die, no lifing no more.

>>9560023
I like it

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الله أكبر

because you didn't love me
because i didn't love you

>>9556213
Unwittingly gave away my naivety and enthusiasm. I am too jaded to experience life as I know I should. A life without passion is not worth living.

Reminder to Taleworlds to RELEASE BANNERLORD.
Hurry up or more of us will die.

Sincerely,
Anon-kun.

look at all these ni¶¶as trying to be deep n forcing jokes n shit
haha u should all kill yourselves for shit and giggles mah bois

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"please turn this page around for suicide note" on both sides

I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand
Nigga, talk to me please
You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

Ayo Big, ayo Big

cremate me with my fidget spinners

There is nothing for me here anymore.
Don't mourn my death but celebrate what little life I had lived.
Spread my ashes so my body might follow me where I will go.
My love for you all is what kept me this long,
and your love for me shall keep my memory alive.
Perhaps we shall meet again, but who can truly say.
Fondest farewell,
- I

I was a leech
Leeches are bad
No more feeling sad
I go to the beach.

Dear family,
I'm afraid I am - or was, by the time you read this - terribly bored with everything. There is no point to living life if each day is worse than having lived no day at all. Hence, I have resolved to live for no more days.
Thank you for your efforts, and my apologies for the wasted investment in my life.
Please give father my guitar.
Sincerely,
RS

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Can someone rate this? Is it too tacky? It's honestly meant to be a part of a charcter's note, but I don't know if it sounds too stupid
It's Google Translated with some small fixes, so it may sound a little awkward

>I killed myself out of boredom, that's all. Crushing, depressing, overpowering, boring boredom. In the life that I have lived, or did not live, depending on your point of view, never have I done anything remotely interesting. I've never been revoltingly evil, nor impressively good. I never screamed with all the strength of my lungs in the middle of a crowd, just to revel myself with the stares. I never jumped from some very high place, not sure if I would hit the water or the rocks, only to feel that freedom whirring through my ears. I have never made friends with whom I could be honest, people with whom I could laugh at all that I speak now for its pure childishness. I have never believed anyone could hear my prayers. I have never found anything I could like, something that I was really interested in, that encouraged me to get out of bed every day. I have never belonged anywhere, anyplace, with anyone. I have never hated anything or anyone. I have never cried with unfanthomable sadness, nor have I ever felt overwhelming joy. I have never felt the temptation to try to love someone. I have never felt hope about anything that could make me look at the next day and delude myself into believing that perhaps someday everything could be better.

>>9556213
>Investigate the DNC. Something weird about the bullet holes, I bet!

>>9556213

If I died, will you burn this?

I don't want them to see it. I know the parents will ask more questions, and find answers they already knew. I know that you knew all along, and I knew that you know I wanted you to know. Well, they're dead, and you'd find them in the spot we used to visit, in the woods. I had thought about burning them, considering that I am implicated all over them, and inside them. I like to think that they appreciated not being charred, for whatever modicum of respect that reflected. I'm sure I need worse, to fully pay my debts, but I'm not going to pretend a slower process would make anyone truly feel better, least of all, myself. This is the only thing I've ever done out of genuine desire that everyone will support.

I will meet them where I go, and I'll treat them better.

Smell ya later losers

Not really a suicide note just something i wrote

>I feel everything weighing down on me.
My shortcoming,addictions,and disappointments.
I love things unconditionally because they comfort me
I live hollowly waiting for any event.
The anxiety builds waiting and wondering what will happen.
I lay hoping to sink into an abyss of solace
There is nothing waiting for me only more broken dreams
And rejection from people i wish would see my inner shell
That keeps me away from others I cannot put my faith in
People I see go through more than me and I lay in a comfy house
On a comfy bed bicking away about my nothing issues
I wish someone would take over and stir this untrodden ship
To a better place where success is guaranteed and opportunity
Is taken firmly leaving what I was unknowingly absent from the wheel
People scare me but my family and friends scare me more due to my endless trust
In telling and sharing stories that others would mock or ridicule me for
All my insecurities make me laugh because others find them trivial
But they knock me over on the floor while others glance down
I look up hoping for someone to help but knowing that can only go so far
I can’t get love from others because I can’t accept myself
I am just floating through life hoping someone would pull the plug

>>9564131
oh god I laughed

>>9556213
Nobody lives in this house, nobody will ever read this note.
Oh, god. What am I doing? Do I know what it means to die? I haven't even given this a second thought.
I guess I live in this house, maybe I won't kill myself.

It's so dark here at night.

God, forgive me.

well imagine my shock when the so called tolerant humans knew me all too well and treated me deservingly

Maybe I'll reincarnate.

In the next life I hope to be an Iranian prince, with purpose and knowledge. A base of support and friends. I will never doubt my courage or my singularity on this Earth, and be respected as a human being should. I'll have a plan that has no holes covered in dreary, weary stone or worn wood that hinder me from self awareness or regard, that lay in the sheets of light of my Persian bed. There will be crevices of mischief, and surely a charismatic woman to soothe my cheek in love. These crevices of life will be filled with chaos of which my laughter is king, ruling as I ride a helicopter in the sea of air above the desert. Once I return, with a crooked hat, I will lie in my alabaster castle and feel protected by the tall dome of my white, glossy roof, carved with the advice of God. Then I will never wish to kill myself. In fact, I'm nearly excited

All of your suicide notes just seem pretentious and insincere /lit/. /r9k/ is better at this

>>9565195
t. hasn't read the thread

>>9565195
>killing yourself
>caring whether your friends, family and possibly coworkers thought you wrote a pretentious suicide note.
what? me personally if I were to kill myself, which at this point seems inenivitable I wouldnot write a suicide not, its seem desperate. Like I haven't said everything I could during life so here, read this thing I put in my pocket as I lay dead.

>>9565237
>Like I haven't said everything I could during life

You have? I highly doubt that

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>>9559968
A-anon we need more details...

Any suicide note, or even a suicide book, would seem disgustingly and dishonestly reductionistic desu femme

>>9556213
I'm sorry. The only thing stopping me from doing this for years was the knowledge that it would ruin all of your lives. It was either this or basically wait 60 years to die while pretending nothing was wrong to not seem like a burden. My situation was hopeless. For years I tried to fix myself, and put my faults down to inexperience and lack of social immersion, I can't anymore though. Its apparent that I'm clearly autistic but self aware enough to almost fit in, teetering on the edge of normality but never quite getting there. I don't want to live a life if it means living as me, never being able to truly connect with other people. There was nothing you could have done to prevent this so please don't feel like you could have helped. You bastards don't know how lucky you are to be normal, go fuck yourselves.

>>9556213
Everything feels like a simulation of the real thing. Here we eat. Here I sleep. I masturbate, but is that real. Is the momentary feeling of pleasure even comparable to the real joy of ejaculating deep inside a women. But I cant, the whole disgust me with every fabric of my being. But then again so do gay sex. I feel Quentin Compson in The Sound and The Fury. I am going to find a bridge to jump off. I feel like I am being told a joke that everyone is laughing at, and I dont fucking get it. Why is everyone else laughing while I sit here collecting book I never read.

>>9559993
Just get diet life then.

i'm sorry mom, you do not deserve this pain but i don't either.

i just wish i had put aside enough money for my funeral before i did this.

you and my brother are the only humans on the planet and i know this will haunt and gnaw at you forever and for that i am sorry.

please try and find some comfort in the fact that i am no longer struggling, i no longer stare at the train tracks as it pulls into the station, i have finally let go, i finally stopped talking to myself.

I was molested

>>9556213
i wouldn't leave a note, people will make their assumptions and i fully understand that everything about me will be forgotten in a few generations.

If i did write a note i'd probably tell my family that i love them, they raised me well, but i had hidden mental issues that ultimately took control.

What a bunch of faggots, no wonder you can't get chicks.

>>9562017
>Since you can not comparate whether life is worsethan death you can not rationally decide whether kill yourself or not

But if you experience suffering more than happiness in life, and fully believe that this path will continue wouldn't suicide be rational.

>>9566147
>didn't reply to anyone
>"no wonder you can't get chicks"
>in a suicide note thread

out of all the people here wishing they were dead, i hope you die first.

what are you even doing here?

>>9566147
>faggots
>chicks
Do you even know what you're talking about?

>>9566156
>implying I have to address each loser in particular

I'm here for a laugh.

>>9566159
>implying you need to be gay to be a faggot
You should know that by now, by the amount of times your bullies called you a faggot and from all t he times you didn't have the balls to tak to that chick you fancied.

>>9566147
I wish this was your actual suicide note

>>9566176
You clicked on the wrong board

>>9566184
Nah, I just went looknig for the most sudo intelectual board and uala, lit came in first, even higher than sci.

My anger and coldness was not because I was so focused working on my craft, but because I knew deep down, I wasn't as good as hoped to be.

I can't live with that. I am sorry for hurting anyone who cares. Forgive me.

>>9556213
I wouldn't write one.

>>9564131
only good one ITT

In my desperate attempt to survive this horror I have made many mistakes and trampled many others.
I am not sorry.
I will be destroyed.

I'm tired

>>9556213
Psssh… Nothin Personnel… Kid…
Sincerely yours,
Anon

>>9560002
>fuck drumpf and fuck white people
maybe you should kill yourself

>>9559998
fuckin rekt, scots

I am going to kill myself

>>9556213
There is no god but God and Muhammad is the messenger of God.

>>9561516
Charles Yu? Is that Yu?

Smoke the cigar and stick the knife into my heart.
Do it quickly, decisively and as a friend, if you value my affection.
P.S. This note will be your defence in court.

Action, energy, passion, force and will. Abrupt and sharp, drama, excitement and theatre.
And to want to act...
Building to launch. Up the volume of your voice. Free-flowing oratory.
Atmosphere, ventilation, and tactical layout.
Increasing in tempo and passion. Gesticulating with your hands.
Convey several moods with eyes flashing.
Emotion and frenzy. Simply and clearly.
Never lingering.
Aura of readiness. Hypnotic persuasiveness.
Courage, extraordinary. Deeper than speech.
Sentence to sentence. Momentary unanimity.
Transforming masses.
Urgency and magnetism. Art consists in doing.
He is speaking beyond them now.
Projecting outwardly with a thousand yard stare of vision.
Greatness and possibility in his eyes.
Things that the rest do not see.
Cheers and applause.

Who are you? And where you been?

>>9566776
Really annoying writing, anon.

>>9566790
It went over your head plebimus cuntimus

>>9556213
I'm very tired. I haven't been happy for almost a decade. I'm ashamed of things I've done.
I love you!

>>9556213
I have little to complain about, really. I'm secure in life, with a wife who ineed love with me, and I love her just as well. My job isn't glamorous, but I'm not the type of person to ever experience or desire glamour. It's a comfortable job which is neither burdening or light, I'm never restless. I've got friends. I make new friends all the time, somehow.

But for some reason I can't explain, and I've tried, there's just something dark in my mind or heart that won't go away. I tell myself what I believe psychologists and doctors will tell me. It's the abuse, you need to work through it. You haven't really confronted your past. But how could that be, when it doesn't bother me any more? I remember everything when I see some kind of violence, I picture my rape if I see something like it, but I'm disconnected to it. That rape is another kid, some other victim, it doesnt feel like me. If I hear of molestation too, the only emotions I feel are absolute hate for the sick minded, pity for the child. I don't feel my own molestations. I actually look favorably on the girl who molested me, who was sort of pretty and asked me to feel her vagina with some demented openess that I'll never understand. The bittersweetness makes me slightly sick.

I adapted to the bullying, so much so that it made me social. I learned to laugh at myself and I turned the tables on the name callers. Harry Potter, Faggot, Camel, etc etc. I found respect in myself, I built it when I saw that nobody would give me any of their own. But still I'm sad.

I've been to other countries, seen squalor, seen struggle, I've seen tortured overworked lives that make me thirsty, drive me to water which I drank thankfully and consider tentatively how to never ever fall victim to the sort of life I've seen

And I look back on my life, see the good and bad of the past, and realize that it wasn't so bad, and still I want to end it.

I could fear the future. I'm afraid of college, even though I know people who are quite simple call themselves graduates. Is it the fear of failure? I feel it most when I attempt to write.

Regardless of my feelings, I at the same time desire and wait to kill myself because of my wife.

I want more for her. More than me, but I know that in her mind, because she tells me, passionately and often, that I am everything to her. I know her strength, I know she can find a man who isn't broken. But I don't know if he will love her.

I keep all of this inside. It's so terrible to trouble her. Occasionally I think of my semi affair with a beautiful Puerto Rican girl, who I was infatuated with because she shared my problems. If that was enough to tear my wife apart in the living room, have her fall apart and say that she cant live without me, what would suicide accomplish?

>>9566892
Continued.

I sometimes think of taking this girl again, finding her and initiating what I hestotated before. I fantasize a fiery death of alcohol and sex and extra doses. But she's a kind girl, who deserves nothing like the likes of me. I hate these urges, suggestions at dinner and bedtime, revisiting when they are stale in the morning.

I decide when I take my life that everything will work out for everyone, at least I selfishly believe that. Yes I know it is selfish. I wish all of you the best and love you very much.

>>9566901
>>9566892
Buy a ticket and go find that girl, bro.

Even if it fails, just move. You need movement and action. Never linger.

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Does it matter? Does it really matter that I cease to exist today...tomorrow...or maybe a week from now. I can't put into words that wavering flame we all have at the beginning of everything. I can't put it into words because I have forgotten it. Parted from it so long ago that I don't miss it. No, I can't sense it and I don't remember its hopeful warmth. I've stopped trying to remember it, and it may also seem that a part of me doesn't want to recall its presence either. I like this numbness, this stale enlightenment. My emotions have become a perpetual afternoon in the remote desert. I have begun to hope for things which would insult those that die still craving life. I've begun to hope for complete darkness...a closure without a sound. To sleep and to not wake up. To turn around and find a car embrace me to a quick nothingness.

So does it matter? If not my hands, I wont stand in front of time to usher me to death. And how foolish is it to fantasize about death and go about life a stumbling shell. The final nap, that is what puts a smile to my nights now. That's what comforts me. The final sigh. A final outward breath of just....completeness. Those seem to be my hopes now, so goodbye my friends, I'll see you again once more, as a child in a world without time. Cheers.

>>9566912
I don't love her. She can't be loved. She's the girl that runs from affection, and I mistreated her. I love my wife, and I only sought out the girl because I thought once that my wife didn't love me.

Method would be decapitation by train. State owned train company. The message would be taped on my back so that it will be found online.
>This is all that equality has ever looked like

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>ywn read DFW's suicide note

>>9566915
Do you like the feeling of the numbness, or is just comfortable?

>>9562094
>>9563838
>>9564190
Sad, kinda sad, and weirdly sad.

>>9564150
kek

It's my goal in life to write the saddest, pithiest, most heartbreaking suicide note of all

>>9556213
>That way you'll realize how stupid your problems really are.
This actually makes a lot of sense.
>>9556225
Not killing yourself is always a good thing, it's the one thing you can't absolve through self change.

>>9556225
Aye, there's the rub

Name one reason why I shouldn't have done this. I couldn't.

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>>9567462
>thinking about how its funny that this anon articulates the same musings as Shakespeare
>impressed by how much it has remained relevant
>realize Shakespeare came to these conclusions the same way we did
>tfw you realize Shakespeare had the same humanity you do
I know it's stupidly obvious, but it just feels weird to me, that there was once William Shakespeare one of the greatest men to ever live, thinking about ending his own life

I'm really scared, I really don't want to do this but I've run out of options. I thought I'd be brave or strong but I honestly don't know what I can do. Nobody else really gave a shit, I just feel really hollow and I've got one last shot at stopping all this.

I'm not sorry but I'm really thankful.

>>9567478
Shakespeare was a former actor who wrote plays for money. His plays are good, but he was still a regular guy like you and me. How should his human experience be any drastically different than ours?
I will never understand the hero worship people have over authors.

>>9567497
>but he was still a regular guy like you and me.
Plebs actually believe this...

>>9567656
fine, a regular woman

>>9565195
I literally wrote mine >>9561762
because it was 3 AM and I was still studying

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me rate

>>9560528
Chocolate liquorice is really nice though

>>9567497

because a lot of faggot academics jobs would be on the line if he wasn't "2deep4uuuuu"

>>9560002
>Andrew Jackson Jihad

>>9566197
>most sudo intelectual board
That would be /g/.

>>9566197

sudo -rm

>>9556213
You are a whore,
of living I am bored,
suck a dick shithead

>>9556213
I didn't kill myself

>>9556213
No funeral. Just throw my body to the wolves.

For free. This pen. Used once.