DeadlineDialer
Traversing the grid of death
- Sep 20, 2023
- 55
I absolutely downright fucking hate these people, the media, pushing some narrative that everyone that commits suicide just woke up one day and chose to plow their guts all over the pavement like it was for shits and giggles. They argue in bad faith and try to paint it like every single suicide was some hair trigger decision they concocted in a day. Conveniently leaving out years of abuse, emptiness, isolation, misery, hatred, sleepless nights, starved days, drug abuse, slashing and burning their own skin. The feelings of wanting to pluck their eyeballs out so they don't have to inevitably wake up to a nightmare and look at the cruel reminder in the mirror.
The same people crying out the blues about how they never saw it coming are the same people who berated them, ignored the signs, called them attention seekers, guilt tripped, patronized, and will go on to demonize even after they're dead. And, of course, these fuckers only ever do this after the fact that it already happened, since you can't attest otherwise anymore. "Oh woe is me, someone else's lifetime of suffering finally hit a melting point and now I'm left with the thought of my own mortality, what a burden it is to have to find a way to make this whole situation all about me. I haven't seen or spoken to that person in years, but this definitely immediately affects me. Oh man oh geez, now I have to think about how death exists, I never would have thought that people actually died in the world, how could this have happened?" Somehow they think every single suicide can be prevented, every single illness is treatable, every problem can be fixed. A lifetime of no accomplishment, apathy, and disconnect from people isn't fucking treatable. No amount of drinking water, going to the gym, hiking, petting animals, finding a partner, doing what you "love", any of that shit will fix staring at all of them and only having the fucking thought of "eh" bounce around your skull.
Suicide prevention, funny fucking joke. Reach out to someone, oh- they don't give a fuck. Oh now they're calling you selfish. I should have been thinking more positively, I should look for beauty in all the little things, ah, why didn't I think of that earlier. Practice a positive mindset, okay, yeah, I'm affirming that I will get enough money to afford one meal today and I won't miss rent and starve for another month. I'm affirming I'll be able to sleep tonight without the incessant thought of how my life is on the autobahn to a fucking catastrophic shitshow, yeah, I think it's working. I didn't try hard enough, thanks for telling me how hard I tried, it's insane that you lived my life for me, wanna take over from here?
So any solutions other than telling me to "just suck it up"? Where there's a will there's a way, right? Well, if someone has no fucking will to live then the people around them must have to take it upon themselves to compensate all that lost will for them. Since they don't want to live why not hold them down and beat them over the head chemically with every fucking pill in the medicine cabinet till they don't have a thought left to think, that's one way to make them stop dreaming about spattering their fucking brain matter! Burn every fucking cell in their body and manipulate their entire chemistry, bloat them and kick them into a chair to live sedentary for the rest of their lives so they can keep shitting money into pharmaceuticals pockets. How fucking kind of them, dear god where would we be if they weren't here to beat us into submission and chain us down to Earth till we rot like a raisin in the sun. On a plus side, maybe all that shit in our bodies will kill us faster. Shit, maybe we can do it more discreetly by choosing the Society Approved™ methods of killing yourself, like smoking cigarettes and eating lard drenched fast food every day. None of that shit is life, and these fuckers wouldn't consider it as such in any other situation. These knob shiners know exactly what they're doing, they know no one on fucking Earth wants to live like that, yet these sadistic fucks do it anyways because they can't handle the fucking truth. Living without purpose is a fucking nightmare, and it definitely isn't fucking living. Purpose doesn't apparate out of thin fucking air, so what do these people expect to happen? When is it okay to finally give up looking for that purpose? When you can finally decide to snap your fucking neck and call it quits? 30 years? 50 years? Maybe work until you retire, you won't be of any use to society anymore, gotta let them do it at 60.
Ticking time bombs losing seconds of borrowed time. When someone who feels fucking nothing all their lives goes through all this shit, they're only going to feel one thing for these scumsucking dipshits, it's going to be fucking rage. A bottomless pit of caustic spite and disdain what will eat everyone involved alive, and no ones going to be happy when they finally reach their melting point. Then we get more wailing and whining, more calls for suicide prevention, more berating those who open up. And with that, another endless cycle swings back for another fucking round. Hate. Hate.
The same people crying out the blues about how they never saw it coming are the same people who berated them, ignored the signs, called them attention seekers, guilt tripped, patronized, and will go on to demonize even after they're dead. And, of course, these fuckers only ever do this after the fact that it already happened, since you can't attest otherwise anymore. "Oh woe is me, someone else's lifetime of suffering finally hit a melting point and now I'm left with the thought of my own mortality, what a burden it is to have to find a way to make this whole situation all about me. I haven't seen or spoken to that person in years, but this definitely immediately affects me. Oh man oh geez, now I have to think about how death exists, I never would have thought that people actually died in the world, how could this have happened?" Somehow they think every single suicide can be prevented, every single illness is treatable, every problem can be fixed. A lifetime of no accomplishment, apathy, and disconnect from people isn't fucking treatable. No amount of drinking water, going to the gym, hiking, petting animals, finding a partner, doing what you "love", any of that shit will fix staring at all of them and only having the fucking thought of "eh" bounce around your skull.
Suicide prevention, funny fucking joke. Reach out to someone, oh- they don't give a fuck. Oh now they're calling you selfish. I should have been thinking more positively, I should look for beauty in all the little things, ah, why didn't I think of that earlier. Practice a positive mindset, okay, yeah, I'm affirming that I will get enough money to afford one meal today and I won't miss rent and starve for another month. I'm affirming I'll be able to sleep tonight without the incessant thought of how my life is on the autobahn to a fucking catastrophic shitshow, yeah, I think it's working. I didn't try hard enough, thanks for telling me how hard I tried, it's insane that you lived my life for me, wanna take over from here?
So any solutions other than telling me to "just suck it up"? Where there's a will there's a way, right? Well, if someone has no fucking will to live then the people around them must have to take it upon themselves to compensate all that lost will for them. Since they don't want to live why not hold them down and beat them over the head chemically with every fucking pill in the medicine cabinet till they don't have a thought left to think, that's one way to make them stop dreaming about spattering their fucking brain matter! Burn every fucking cell in their body and manipulate their entire chemistry, bloat them and kick them into a chair to live sedentary for the rest of their lives so they can keep shitting money into pharmaceuticals pockets. How fucking kind of them, dear god where would we be if they weren't here to beat us into submission and chain us down to Earth till we rot like a raisin in the sun. On a plus side, maybe all that shit in our bodies will kill us faster. Shit, maybe we can do it more discreetly by choosing the Society Approved™ methods of killing yourself, like smoking cigarettes and eating lard drenched fast food every day. None of that shit is life, and these fuckers wouldn't consider it as such in any other situation. These knob shiners know exactly what they're doing, they know no one on fucking Earth wants to live like that, yet these sadistic fucks do it anyways because they can't handle the fucking truth. Living without purpose is a fucking nightmare, and it definitely isn't fucking living. Purpose doesn't apparate out of thin fucking air, so what do these people expect to happen? When is it okay to finally give up looking for that purpose? When you can finally decide to snap your fucking neck and call it quits? 30 years? 50 years? Maybe work until you retire, you won't be of any use to society anymore, gotta let them do it at 60.
Ticking time bombs losing seconds of borrowed time. When someone who feels fucking nothing all their lives goes through all this shit, they're only going to feel one thing for these scumsucking dipshits, it's going to be fucking rage. A bottomless pit of caustic spite and disdain what will eat everyone involved alive, and no ones going to be happy when they finally reach their melting point. Then we get more wailing and whining, more calls for suicide prevention, more berating those who open up. And with that, another endless cycle swings back for another fucking round. Hate. Hate.