I haven’t had much luck with this whole suicide business so far. A couple of years ago an overdose didn’t even touch the sides. A few months back I tried the exit bag method, and didn’t even lose consciousness. We’re pretty robust creatures, it seems.
As much as I’d like to succumb to a peaceful death in bed, it looks like I’m going to have to bite the bullet and try a violent approach. I’m going to start with the official drop table, and double the recommended height. I’ll happily trade off an increased risk of decapitation for a reduced risk of strangulation.
I’m sharing this with the internet because, well, you’ve got to tell someone, right? And the unfortunate nature of suicide legislation is that you can’t have a non-anonymous discussion about this kinda thing without getting committed.
All the best, friends.
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I respect you pal, life is just too strange. I get the feeling you just lost one too many battles. For what it’s worth, coming from me of all people, you seem like an enjoyable person to be around.
Good luck. See you on the other side man.