Write your suicide note

Write your suicide note.

Why? I am not going to commit suicide any time soon.

Write the fucking note.

Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin'
in the rain
Midnight was the time
for the raid.

Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
They tore you down and
plowed you under.
You're only real
with your make-up on
How could I see you
and stay too long?

All along the Navajo Trail,
Burn-outs stub their toes
on garbage pails.
Waitresses are cryin'
in the rain
Will their boyfriends
pass this way again?

Oh, Mother Goose,
she's on the skids
Shoe ain't happy,
neither are the kids.
She needs someone
that she can scream at
And I'm such a heel
for makin' her feel so bad.

I guess I'll call it
sickness gone
It's hard to say
the meaning of this song.
An ambulance can only
go so fast
It's easy to get buried
in the past
When you try to make
a good thing last.

I saw today
in the entertainment section
There's room at the top
for private detection.
To Mom and Dad
this just doesn't matter,
But it's either that
or pay off the kidnapper.

So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me
for what you've shown.
With your stomach pump and
your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together
for some scenes.

I never knew a man
could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes.
How can he remember
who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
and I hope it isn't you.

Well, I'm up in T.O.
keepin' jive alive,
And out on the corner
it's half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.

Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say:
You're all just pissin'
in the wind
You don't know it but you are.

And there ain't nothin'
like a friend
Who can tell you
you're just pissin'
in the wind.

I never knew a man
could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes
How can he remember
who he's talking to?
Cause I know it ain't me,
and hope it isn't you.

im so fucking hungover
that was a real fun bender
why couldnt i cum
wonder why there wasnt any tongue in the goodbye kiss this morning
cannot deal with this anxiety
fuck driving to new england
new york is gay
goodbye

I don't want to be a bus driver
All my life
I'm gonna pack my bags and leave this town
Grab a flight
Fly away on Venga airways
Fly me high
Ibiza sky
I look up at the sky
And I see the clouds
I looked down at the ground
And I see the rainbow down the drain
Fly away on Venga airways
Fly me high
Ibiza sky
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Far away from this big town
And the rain
It's really very nice to be
Home again
Fly away on venga airways
Fly me high, Ibiza sky
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back to the island
Whoah! We're gonna have a party
Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're going to Ibiza

I miss my childhood and want to go to where the fairies are

yeah I know life is simple and it's fun, yeah I know how to happy and feel joy, I have many interests, always busy, I even have some friends!... Some girls like me, that's flattering... My ego isn't that big, it's getting smaller, meditating, doing yoga, walking in the city while the moon is up in the sky shining, but man, I'm still too young to understand and have nothing to say to nobody. I just don't know, I just don't know.

damn it's terrible, thank the Gods I don't want to kill myself, nobody will see this cringe.

oops sorry mom, idk how the fuck to cut fruit

if i could do that i'd already be dead

>like
>a
>dog

he said weed money

my diary desu

I would prefer not to.

John, please show not this letter to my family. My mission has been compromised. The philistines are taking over, infecting the brains of all. Mine is starting to fall, I find it hard to think. I lay in bed, morning, for hours, unable to get up. My eyes, during the day, feel heavy, my head rushes in silent ache. Has been like this for months now. I can't think of a future. Doctor said it might be a brain tumor. But I know the causes lay somewhere else. The philistines, I can feel their influence. They control my brainwaves through advanced technology. They use computerised radio-waves to distort my brain activity. And I doubt it's a localised influence. I suspect the whole town, if not the whole city, is being subject to this influence. I have tried to speak about this with Mary, but had to laugh it off, as if it were a joke. See, I used to be able to imagine the future, but now, all is a red, dark, heavy static clash of weariness and confusion. Soon, the philistines, rich and powerful, will specialise their technologies and be able to control specific thoughts. As soon as I turn on my computer, I feel this electromagnetic tension crushing my brain. The electricity in my house is disrupting my nervous system. Satellite radio-waves are killing the whole town, slowly. I've tried bringing up the subject, many times, but always feared being ridiculed. I have to go, dear friend. I'm thinking of the times we spent talking together as teens. You have a brilliant mind, and I hope you'll be able to oppose these forces better than I could.

IM OUTTA HEEEERE

Je pense que I'd chuckle

To whom it concerns,
I am a ghost.

I'm sorry. Left the window open for you. Make sure the cat has food/water. I'll see you in another life. Love, G

If you're still attached to this World enough that you feel you have to leave a note then you probably shouldn't do it.

>living
>2016

>I-i-if I put "write" in the OP, that makes it literature-related!

>[Name]
>NATUS ET MORTUS IN [City]
>[Year] - [Year]

I can only know how it is to live once I die.

"No more milk in the fridge. No need to buy more."

Funny isn't it? Heh. I'm dead, you're alive, but we're talking right now? So who's what? You dead ho

Aint got a home
or no place to roam
ain't got no home
or no place to roam
I'm a lonely frog
I ain't got a home.

Heh you thought I was a goner.
*teleports behind you*
RIGHTNINGUU STRIKEUUU
*scoff*
pathetic

Probably something sweet to my family.

kys

I really don't see any reason to stay here anymore

The only note will be my ashes.
By that time, I'll have not spoken to anyone for several years.

I tried it all

You could've saved me

I thought I could hold out until you were gone but I can't.

Peace faggots

Sorry I turned out a failure.

WE'RE GOING INTO OVERTIME
WELCOME TO THE SPACE JAM

I'm young but I feel so terribly old, so terribly jaded. I look back on the meager life experiences I've had so far and my emotions shift from pure regret to pure joy; I half miss the innocence of my youth, half am driven away by its complexity.

I know my thoughts are bismuth, my choice is poor, suicide is a non-solution to a non-problem I've invented. But no medium seems to be able to take me away from myself, and myself is the hardest obstacle I've ever faced. I see so much, the cosmos is full and brimming and endless, and my sadness is but a piece of that infinity - but I am to myself the cosmos and I can't help but want to reach my inevitable doom already.

Killing myself is the best thing I've ever done on behalf of humanity. No matter what, I can never undo what I've done. This is more merciful than the mob.

I had a good run.

Man, I hope I don't shit myself.

I have a small, ugly penis that will never be able to satisfy a woman.

Shit is real, senpai.

I am tired of failing

To everyone and anyone who loved me, I tried.

I killed you all with me. Fuckers.

At least you were brave to hold the knife with determination.

So, it seems that whoever will read this is alive while I am not. You may ask why I made my choice. The truth is, I never got to make a choice to begin with: unfortunately it became apparent to me through severe philosophical thinking that the universe can only be a computer simulation and without free will. This idea about hard determinism in a fake world in which everybody lives in a personal reality bubble was too much for me. Add to that the inevitability of growing old, wrinkly, and dying anyway. I just wasn't the right person to stand up against the negativity of our simulated reality. It's funny... Bostrom and (Neil) Tyson must be right, but most of us never listened to them or other thinkers that aren't motivated by religion. Why is is that we give so little thought to science; that was one of the things that made me sad, but there was way more to my bottomless sadness than our intellectual shortcomings as a race. I was always alone even when surrounded by people. But, then, who isn't. So I bought a bottle of liquid morphine from the darknet markets and mixed it with wine and am about to see if there is a hereafter. Chances are, that if the afterlife exists it will be a yet another simulation, but most likely a nice one, whereas this one would be a training ground of sorts for us, the new souls, because we must be artificial just like our world is artificial: clockwork souls that can only tick in a clockwork world. Anyway, I don't have anything more to say. Remember to always smile, since smile is free.

>So, it seems that whoever will read this is alive while I am not. You may ask why I made my choice. The truth is, I never got to make a choice to begin with
Even if you were my own son I would tl;dr this you hamfisted ape.

"Haha shit, whoops"

Wow you are so cool

I died today. Or maybe yesterday. I don't know.

I'd say kill yourself but then someone might actually have to read that

I am not killing myself. It was just fiction. Also, I'm not a native English speaker so that's why it was clunky. I write normally in my native language.

I told you I was ill.

I always hated you, you weak hypocrite.

If I thought I was worthy to write it, then I would have killed myself already.

Pfft, nothing personal kid

no seriously, not that guy, but you're almost gross in your teenagism.

A suicide note would be the reason I never killed myself. I'd never get it just right, and I'd end up rewriting it until I died of natural causes. It would ironically become the reason I live.

I bet you are that guy though

i couldn't sleep

the author is dead

the "author" --top kekz

Why the fuck would i leave you a note?

cause you are the author .xaxaxaa

I knew this would look like a suicide, that's why I hid this note in your coat pocket. The Jews killed me. I know this sounds absurd but there's Masonic shit going down that I shouldn't have fucked with, and I strongly advise you to leave town and find a different one with no lodge. btw reptilians are real gas the kikes race war now 1488

No reason

You all get to outlive me, not that it matters much.

I would never kill myself unless there wasnt any other option but there always is so someone probably killed me and made it seem like suicide. I dont have proofs here who done it you should investigate that for yourself if you really want to know but really I dont hold any evil feelings towards anyone and if someone thinks I do they could have just tell me and I would apologise and try to fix whatever is bothering them My life is not always easy to fix but killing shouldnt be option better try something else or move or whatever World is big and there are many options And to my family: thank you for paying for my grave and funeral who came thank you and dont think I dont care if you bring me flowers cos Im dead I still do your great

>Remember to always smile, since smile is free.

Jesus christ. If you're going to write the gayest suicide not ever, you could at least proofread.

bbkthx

10/10

Sorry, not the guy you're replying to, but it was horrible nontheless.

Thou Pow’r Supreme, whose mighty schemes
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want (O, do Thou grant,
This one request of mine!)
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

What heaven wills me, welcome me.

so i have done it, absolute madman; started with greeks, ended with a suicide note.

p.s: make america great again

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Some coworkers and I once went out for Japanese food and decided to compose our death haikus -- to the hilarity of the staff. Mine was:

Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!
I piss on your ancestors!
In next life, REVENGE!

Hold my beer.

I came.

I saw.

I said, "Fuck this, I'm out."

10/10 Brilliant

To live is to die, to die is to be still. To be still is to be happy, and happy is now my only feel.

Would any of you actually give the burden of debt to your parents of loved ones if you killed yourself.

Atleast humble yourself and pull it debt free.

mulsims cant even jihad unless theyre debt free desu

I actually do have a suicidal note written already: it handles the technical side of my death, such as funeral arrangements, who I want to be informed, and where I want my ashes to go.

I guess an in-the-moment note (which I would probably write just a few moments before the attempt) would be something like:

Tell the world that it is lovely; tell those I have loved that they taught me how to love best when they no longer did; and tell those that love me still thank you, thank you, thank you. It was lovely.

gg no re

What a load of bollocks.

Yours is the least sincere sincerity I have ever heard. Sincerely.

Suicide note threads are pretty common around here, faggoo.

I tried so hard Mum.

Et in Arcadia Ego

feel you user love yourself write

...

This was water.

Gotta go. I'll explain later. If you think I can't, now you know why.

spoopy

>personal
poorly memed

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forget about it