Rope on my neck makes me aroused, and memory of failed attempt of partial makes me not afraid of suffering, It was quite nice feeling. No wonder people like being choked. I will probably make my death very romantic. Like a date with death.
Maybe keep myself occupied with nice view. This fall would be perfect. Maybe I could go to mountains and hang myself somewhere deep in the forest. Just walk away and be gone forever.
I cannot do any super fast methods, maybe idle gas is not for me after all. It looks to "alien". Rope is more intimate. Majority of successful suicides were committed by hanging.
I will probably make some art about suicide. I think It is quite beautiful, not the act or motion, but the effect. The release of tension, the letting go of trauma and memories, freeing of the soul. I hope we really die when we die. Soul is just a projection of ego. I would be fine with ego dying, even if after death there is no awareness of anything It is something not bad. There is this dualism, the question if we exist or not after we die. I just want to say that whatever is there, it is ok.
There is no shame in suicide. People just cannot get past their conditioned ego. The fact that they were created by their parents and molded into personalities later. They believe they have to go on, that entire world will collapse if they die. I know I am nothing of importance. They do not understand me. I am less than nothing in this world, I do not mean it out of self pity. I mean I am empty. Not sad, I am not a void. I am lacking all of this things that people posses and which makes them competitive and lively. I have no will to procreate, gather possessions, chase status or sex. I just exist and browse internet. even that is becoming boring. I have no will to work or study because I have no reason to. I am Hikikomori. I have withdrawn from the word as depression is giving me hard times.
I love art and music. But I do not think It is a justification for staying here.
Life, as a matter of experience, is very similar to a dream. It is made of the same "stuff" as dreams, and is just as transient and unreal. Suicide is akin to waking oneself up from a nightmare, and the thing we are waking into is the eternal nothingness we once called our home.
Beautiful. I want to go home.