Rest in peace my dear friend

Hi Sunflower. You don’t know me. I’m new here. But I feel your pain.

Yeah, it sucks for those of us that are left behind. Their suffering is over; our is still real.

I can see what you mean about not wanting to kill yourself because you don’t want to hurt those who will miss you. I have thought about that too. But you know what? What if no one will miss you? That’s kind of how I feel.

You see, I had my own place for something like 15 years. And in those 15 years, no one came to visit me. No one called me on the phone. Not my parents, not my brothers, not my sister, not any relative, not any of my so-called friends in real life. You know, it’s pretty pathetic when one’s only communication is via emails and posts from people you don’t even know (ie: other anonymous internet users on forums such as this).

Yeah, it’s funny. No one cares a rat’s ass about you while you’re alive, but as soon as you’re dead, they come crawling out of the woodwork and go to your funeral and stand over your casket talking like they were your best friend. Fuck that. I don’t want no funeral. When it is my time, I’m going to do it in such a way so that my dead corpse will never be found! I’m an urban hermit. The world doesn’t know me in life, so it shouldn’t know me in death either.

At least that’s my thoughts on the matter.

Well, with that being said… and with the idea of fake people talking smack on you… here’s a cool old song by Son House that explains it all very clearly. Check it out. I hope you enjoy it. It’s one of my favorites!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx1OFl_y-ic

Respectfully your new friend,
Jack