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sir thinks-a-lot
- Apr 30, 2024
- 10
you know, I came onto this forum three months ago looking for suicide methods. I found them. I made plans; I mean, shit, they weren't the best, but I'm not the most impulsive guy ever, and I'm a pussy so I didn't want to make it ugly, you know?
Since then—three attempts, three miserable failures. I honestly failed so fucking bad that I just ended up making an account, because clearly I'm not going anywhere like this, so at least I'd like to talk to people and know I'm not by myself in thinking this world is a shitshow. My first I'm not surprised didn't work, because I just took a bunch of OTC painkillers and drank and hoped I'd die. I didn't, obviously, because this is a shit method, but I woke up in a pool of my own vomit and then I got so disgusted that I threw up twice. SN didn't work for me, even though it took me the most time to find; I probably fucked up and diluted too much, or maybe I wasn't desperate enough to die or didn't fast long enough. Partial hanging didn't work, couldn't find the carotid pulse, and I pussied out when I felt that pressure in my face and head. I feel like this is a me problem. I feel like maybe I'm not trying hard enough to die? Call me a weak bitch but I can't stand thinking of going out in a painful way, even if it were effective, because I just think it's unfair to what? To go out miserable and self-aware when I do that 24/7 to my fucking self anyway?
It's fucked. I feel like maybe I'm just giving myself excuses. I feel like "hey, maybe I don't want to die!! I must be giving myself signs!!!" But I do, I've thought about it for years, I've had all the help available to me and I still feel like I'm by myself. I haven't done anything in months. Quit doing any work, started giving my shit away then realized I don't like anyone around me enough for them to deserve my shit. It's not even like my life is particularly bad, but I can't stand to be here. Can't stand to spend my time around all these people who are going to slave away for the next fifty fucking years and be happy about it. Can't stand the absolute ignorance of myself in missing their point, or in thinking that this really is absolutely useless. Can't stand that nobody would get it if I went "hey, do you ever feel like everything you do is futile?" even though it is futile. I can't stand anything, really. Nothing's fun. Nothing's interesting. I'm halfassed to even kill myself because I don't want these fucking people swarming around my corpse like bugs acting like they care. I'm angry all the time but I'm not gonna do anything about it cause I'd rather stay here than be sent back to a ward or put in IOP so I can get constantly badgered by people who don't actually care about me, they just care that a life is saved even if that life is absolutely joyless and miserable and also belongs to a pissy little asshole.
So I'm just chilling, really. How are you?
Since then—three attempts, three miserable failures. I honestly failed so fucking bad that I just ended up making an account, because clearly I'm not going anywhere like this, so at least I'd like to talk to people and know I'm not by myself in thinking this world is a shitshow. My first I'm not surprised didn't work, because I just took a bunch of OTC painkillers and drank and hoped I'd die. I didn't, obviously, because this is a shit method, but I woke up in a pool of my own vomit and then I got so disgusted that I threw up twice. SN didn't work for me, even though it took me the most time to find; I probably fucked up and diluted too much, or maybe I wasn't desperate enough to die or didn't fast long enough. Partial hanging didn't work, couldn't find the carotid pulse, and I pussied out when I felt that pressure in my face and head. I feel like this is a me problem. I feel like maybe I'm not trying hard enough to die? Call me a weak bitch but I can't stand thinking of going out in a painful way, even if it were effective, because I just think it's unfair to what? To go out miserable and self-aware when I do that 24/7 to my fucking self anyway?
It's fucked. I feel like maybe I'm just giving myself excuses. I feel like "hey, maybe I don't want to die!! I must be giving myself signs!!!" But I do, I've thought about it for years, I've had all the help available to me and I still feel like I'm by myself. I haven't done anything in months. Quit doing any work, started giving my shit away then realized I don't like anyone around me enough for them to deserve my shit. It's not even like my life is particularly bad, but I can't stand to be here. Can't stand to spend my time around all these people who are going to slave away for the next fifty fucking years and be happy about it. Can't stand the absolute ignorance of myself in missing their point, or in thinking that this really is absolutely useless. Can't stand that nobody would get it if I went "hey, do you ever feel like everything you do is futile?" even though it is futile. I can't stand anything, really. Nothing's fun. Nothing's interesting. I'm halfassed to even kill myself because I don't want these fucking people swarming around my corpse like bugs acting like they care. I'm angry all the time but I'm not gonna do anything about it cause I'd rather stay here than be sent back to a ward or put in IOP so I can get constantly badgered by people who don't actually care about me, they just care that a life is saved even if that life is absolutely joyless and miserable and also belongs to a pissy little asshole.
So I'm just chilling, really. How are you?