notforl0ng
Student
- Feb 19, 2024
- 130
SN is almost impossible to source in Ontario, Canada without registering a damn business. I researched over a week on rooftop patios/places I could pose as a photographer in Toronto to get smashed to a beautiful view of the city and yeet myself off. No dice, rooftoppers keep that knowledge hidden. Train suicide is selfish and fucked up. Partial suspension landed me in the psych ward for five days, my neck is apparently too muscular to get adequate pressure on my carotid artery without very slowly strangling myself. I live in a hot zone for heroin and fentanyl overdoses. A few towns over, there were 13 overdoses on the street in a single night (bad batch?) so lightbulbs went off.
I've called in a leave of absence at work, and I'm now in the process of calling up every piece of shit friend I used to have who might know where to get that good (awful) shit. If all else fails and they think I'm a narc suddenly, I'm gonna go to the most ghetto part of my town looking as unhinged and crackheady as I possibly can and just hit people up until I find someone to sell me the shittiest H/fentanyl I can get my hands on. I'm too dumb or scared to inject it, so I'm gonna die by heroin in the ass.
I always thought I'd die in some poetic way, but it's pretty amusing to think about. Housekeeping is gonna walk in to the motel room, see the note on the door, call 911, and the police are gonna be cracking jokes at the guy on the floor of the bathroom with four oral syringes sticking out of his ass. I'm so vain that I need to expressly say in my note that I'm not a habitual user and it's purely for suicide. Isn't it stupid that I even care about that? I already got a DUI, totaled my car, am $30,000 in debt, purposely wasted every last dime I had saved, and cut off all friends and family except for my sister (not that there's anybody left anyway) over the last two years in order to force myself to have to do this, and the thing I'm worried about most right now is them thinking I was a dope fiend who died with something in his ass.
Humans are fucking dumb, or at least I am.
Anybody know of any good movies to watch before CTB? Films are one of my few joys in life and I'm gonna spend this week binge eating shit food and checking a few off the list.
I've called in a leave of absence at work, and I'm now in the process of calling up every piece of shit friend I used to have who might know where to get that good (awful) shit. If all else fails and they think I'm a narc suddenly, I'm gonna go to the most ghetto part of my town looking as unhinged and crackheady as I possibly can and just hit people up until I find someone to sell me the shittiest H/fentanyl I can get my hands on. I'm too dumb or scared to inject it, so I'm gonna die by heroin in the ass.
I always thought I'd die in some poetic way, but it's pretty amusing to think about. Housekeeping is gonna walk in to the motel room, see the note on the door, call 911, and the police are gonna be cracking jokes at the guy on the floor of the bathroom with four oral syringes sticking out of his ass. I'm so vain that I need to expressly say in my note that I'm not a habitual user and it's purely for suicide. Isn't it stupid that I even care about that? I already got a DUI, totaled my car, am $30,000 in debt, purposely wasted every last dime I had saved, and cut off all friends and family except for my sister (not that there's anybody left anyway) over the last two years in order to force myself to have to do this, and the thing I'm worried about most right now is them thinking I was a dope fiend who died with something in his ass.
Humans are fucking dumb, or at least I am.
Anybody know of any good movies to watch before CTB? Films are one of my few joys in life and I'm gonna spend this week binge eating shit food and checking a few off the list.