I just have to remember that whenever the subject of suicide ever came up, none of my friends or family had anything better to offer than "go to the gym", "get therapy", "go to church", or threatening to call a psych ward. Any amount of concern I feel for them diminishes immediately when I remember how unhelpful they were. I could honestly care less about how sad they may feel about my death. In fact, I think anyone who would feel sad about it is honestly kind of stupid and worthy of ridicule. Why would anyone waste such energy grieving over such an awful person like myself? Like come on, at least be happy that such an evil person like me who's so lacking in empathy is gonna be finally gone.
