It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Why do I even pretend at this point? Why do I try to write some bullshit on this website?
It used to help, but that all kind of ended when I realized no matter how much I write about my shit, I will always be a worthless pile of shit. This website doesn’t change my views on life or death. Life is still meaningless. Death is still inevitable.
Maybe, suicide isn’t the right choice for a lot of people. Some people have dreams, plans, aspirations.
Not me. My dream is to die before I reach 30 years on this shit earth.
I want to die, but I’m lazy and tired, so I’ll takes some pills that Fuck me over.
Good night and goodbye, everyone.
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Pills rarely work. I wouldn’t do this if I were you.
hope he likes the taste of activated charcoal. Been there done that, he’ll learn. Glad he’ll be OK at least
I really want to talk to you. I can’t even explain why, but if you’re still around, I’d greatly appreciate a reply.
I’m still here. I can’t imagine why you’d want to speak to me, but thanks for being the first comment not about the futility of pills. The way I do pills, it’s going to kill my liver and kidneys. I’m not doing it all at once because I am well-aware that it doesn’t work. Joke’s on them; I’m not as fucking stupid as I apparently come off. Anyway, what do you want to talk to a bag of shit like me about?
Exactly- why don’t they understand that? And God, I have no idea. I mean, I’m a bag of shit too, so what possibly could ‘I’ say either? (That’s not meant to mock- I reread that and realized it could be perceived in a rather mocking tone.) I think I just so profoundly related to your posts that I felt the need to comment. That’s probably insanely weird though. Fuck, sorry if this is all incoherent- I woke up a few minutes ago from a “let’s elude reality” nap. (I don’t know if you do those, haha.) Anyways, I’m sorry. I’m probably just bothering you. If not, though, could you respond?
No, it’s cool. No worries. I get those “let’s elude reality” naps, too. And it’s pretty cool that you commented. Sorry it took a whole goddamn month before I replied to your comment. I thought I was doing pretty good, but here I am, still relying on telling strangers on the internet that I am shit. Don’t worry about “bothering me”, because if kindness like this is “bothering”, I’ll take it any day. It’s cool to have someone actually want to talk to me for once. And I get that everything is kind of incoherent and messy. Hell, this whole post was kind of a mess. But, that’s the way our brains work, I guess.
Also, I would just like to point out that you are the only person I know (other than myself) who would go and make sure that whatever was said couldn’t be misconstrued as rude (haha, that rhymed). That was pretty fucking cool. Nothing about wanting to comment was weird. Or maybe it’s all just weird, so it doesn’t seem as weird through the relativity of the situation.
Hey- no worries. Funny enough, I thought I was doing pretty well too, and then I ended up on a site dedicated to suicide and the like. Fuck me, right? Honestly, and this might be awfully presumptuous of me, I don’t understand why somebody wouldn’t want to talk to you. You’ve got great grammar, you don’t say stupid shit, you seem to have a good sense of humor- hits all the check boxes for me, at least. (Hopefully I didn’t just freak you out by showering you with compliments. I just thought I’d point those things out.) My whole being is incoherent and messy. You’d think I would have learned how to tame it by now.
Haha, we as humans tend to suck at communicating, and I’ve had way too many situations where something’s been typed/said and it’s been taken in a way not meant. So yeah, I didn’t want you to think I was poking fun at you etc. -__^ In retrospect this IS all a bit weird, but fuck it, what have we got to lose?
You sound like a pretty awesome human being. Who knows? Maybe you’re not a human being and you’re actually a really polite robot or alien or something. Thanks so much for the compliments; I don’t know if they’re weird either, but I appreciate them nonetheless. Thanks for existing and commenting on my post. It might seem small, but shit’s been getting pretty thick for me lately, so it’s kind of nice to talk to a polite human being who relates (which is an over-used term in this day and age, but I don’t know how I would rephrase this). It’s good to know that I’m not a fucking blob of shit sometimes.
I’m glad that someone else is able to follow my incoherent train of thought and that I’m not alone in getting mentally derailed. Who knows, man? Maybe that’s the way our brains are supposed to work and everyone else is wrong. It’s kind of rad to have this rather light-hearted conversation over a suicide website, too. It’s not everyday that shit like this happens. So, thanks for existing. I hope you keep on existing.
Sometimes I’d rather be a really polite robot or alien or something, ha. You’re most certainly welcome! You deserve more than it sounds like you get. And hey, I know all about the small things. Make it or break it, they do.
I hope you keep on existing too. Would you be opposed to messaging across something else? I know that’s probably an abrupt thing to ask, but you seem like a fucking rad person, and I’d definitely be willing to talk to you some more.
I would love to continue talking to you also. My email is radcats2332gmail.com, if you want to email me. You sound like a pretty rad human being and someone who I would willingly talk to, so shoot me an email. (Unless you had a different way of messaging in mind. If so, just let me know.) (Haha, this is the second rhyme in this string of comments.) Never know how long we’re going to be on this earth; might as well meet as many pleasant people as possible, I suppose.
Sent you an email ^^