Possibly this week, though not how I'd intended to.

[NearlyIrrelevantCake]

Still haven't gotten my hands on any Fentanyl, unfortunately. But last night I managed to absolutely enrage a drug dealer who keeps sending me death threats now. I just keep laughing at him and calling him a pussy and then he gets madder. I told him I'll be mad if he only injures and doesn't kill me. Hopefully he's not bluffing and the photo of a gun he sent me is legitimate. Wouldn't hate being shot and killed out of nowhere, it's a quick death. And he does have my address. That being said, I'm really not confident he's even in the same city as me. I won't be checking around corners when I run errands today. If death comes, it comes. Shrug.

I've set up two scheduled e-mails that will be sent to my best friend in 7 days if I don't unschedule/cancel them due to being, well, dead.

The first e-mail has my suicide note; instructions on where to post said note online; all of my account logins and passwords [including for my various e-mails]; and specific people to contact and inform of my death. The suicide note does lay out most of the above about being unable to acquire Fentanyl and pissing off a dealer. It also contains instructions for what to do with my possessions, including links to the specific organizations I want my belongings donated to in each case. I've asked that my non-perishable food be donated to the local foodbank; my books to a local charity used bookstore that provides literacy services; and my toys, clothing, and household items to a thrift store that funds a women's/children's shelter.

The second e-mail has the aforementioned drug dealer's contact info; his photograph; a full copy of the chat logs between us; and instructions to give that all to the local police to investigate my death. Sure, I want to die. But you still can't just go around shooting people...

 

[actual_fox]

Oh man, you must be really determined. Maybe you should not trust on the dealer to kill you quickly. Please rethink It.

 

[NearlyIrrelevantCake]

Oh man, you must be really determined. Maybe you should not trust on the dealer to kill you quickly. Please rethink It.

Oh, if he doesn't, then he doesn't. No big deal, I'll off myself at a later date on my own. But I won't be disappointed if this is how it ends for me.

 

[actual_fox]

Oh, if he doesn't, then he doesn't. No big deal, I'll off myself at a later date on my own. But I won't be disappointed if this is how it ends for me.

Well anon.
God speed
Let It be fast and painless for you, may you be at peace when the time comes. May you never suffer again.

 

[Salvation_]

A little unpredictable, but you seem set on this. Good luck.

 

[Finding Sirius]

No f's given. I hope your death is swift and painless.

 

[makethepainstop]

I must admit I admire you self determination. My God when you set out to do a thing, by God you do mean it. Peace and love to you.

 

[LaughToNotCry]

You really know that you to die when you absolutely don't give a fuck about anything.

 

[Hollowillow]

Still haven't gotten my hands on any Fentanyl, unfortunately. But last night I managed to absolutely enrage a drug dealer who keeps sending me death threats now. I just keep laughing at him and calling him a pussy and then he gets madder. I told him I'll be mad if he only injures and doesn't kill me. Hopefully he's not bluffing and the photo of a gun he sent me is legitimate. Wouldn't hate being shot and killed out of nowhere, it's a quick death. And he does have my address. That being said, I'm really not confident he's even in the same city as me. I won't be checking around corners when I run errands today. If death comes, it comes. Shrug.

I've set up two scheduled e-mails that will be sent to my best friend in 7 days if I don't unschedule/cancel them due to being, well, dead.

The first e-mail has my suicide note; instructions on where to post said note online; all of my account logins and passwords [including for my various e-mails]; and specific people to contact and inform of my death. The suicide note does lay out most of the above about being unable to acquire Fentanyl and pissing off a dealer. It also contains instructions for what to do with my possessions, including links to the specific organizations I want my belongings donated to in each case. I've asked that my non-perishable food be donated to the local foodbank; my books to a local charity used bookstore that provides literacy services; and my toys, clothing, and household items to a thrift store that funds a women's/children's shelter.

The second e-mail has the aforementioned drug dealer's contact info; his photograph; a full copy of the chat logs between us; and instructions to give that all to the local police to investigate my death. Sure, I want to die. But you still can't just go around shooting people...

Buying a gun from the dealer might be better than hoping that an enraged junky has good accuracy. He'll probably torture you ny sadism like a security guard did to me. Almost broke my neck dragging me by the hairs. Cops said I deserved it. Don't expect justice... But your plan is hilariously mean for the dealer

 

[freevoid]

Still haven't gotten my hands on any Fentanyl, unfortunately. But last night I managed to absolutely enrage a drug dealer who keeps sending me death threats now. I just keep laughing at him and calling him a pussy and then he gets madder. I told him I'll be mad if he only injures and doesn't kill me. Hopefully he's not bluffing and the photo of a gun he sent me is legitimate. Wouldn't hate being shot and killed out of nowhere, it's a quick death. And he does have my address. That being said, I'm really not confident he's even in the same city as me. I won't be checking around corners when I run errands today. If death comes, it comes. Shrug.

I've set up two scheduled e-mails that will be sent to my best friend in 7 days if I don't unschedule/cancel them due to being, well, dead.

The first e-mail has my suicide note; instructions on where to post said note online; all of my account logins and passwords [including for my various e-mails]; and specific people to contact and inform of my death. The suicide note does lay out most of the above about being unable to acquire Fentanyl and pissing off a dealer. It also contains instructions for what to do with my possessions, including links to the specific organizations I want my belongings donated to in each case. I've asked that my non-perishable food be donated to the local foodbank; my books to a local charity used bookstore that provides literacy services; and my toys, clothing, and household items to a thrift store that funds a women's/children's shelter.

The second e-mail has the aforementioned drug dealer's contact info; his photograph; a full copy of the chat logs between us; and instructions to give that all to the local police to investigate my death. Sure, I want to die. But you still can't just go around shooting people...

You're hardcore. Respect!

 

[ikadasui]

Feel it. I've put myself in a corner and hope to go tomorrow. Rent unpaid, 600 dollars in bank account, social circle has all but crumbled, and have estranged myself from my family. Just me and my 45 left now

 

[The Final Solution]

Holy shit, while most of us are buying SN on the internet like total cowards, you're out there hustling to get fent and antagonizing drug dealers. You're truly built different, OP. Hope the shot doesn't paralyse you or something.

 

[NearlyIrrelevantCake]

Holy shit, while most of us are buying SN on the internet like total cowards, you're out there hustling to get fent and antagonizing drug dealers. You're truly built different, OP. Hope the shot doesn't paralyse you or something.

I did ask him to aim for the head :)

I'm still about 50/50 on whether he's even in the same area as me. I've left home and run errands twice since posting this topic and obviously no luck yet.