Look, as the world’s dumbest man you might not realize this but there are lots of suicide devices already on the market or even better free alternatives!
Why not try a skyscraper? Perhaps wading into a cold ocean and never coming back? You could drive a car into a tree?
Just trying to save you some time and frustration, plus a few bucks too!
…uh seriously though if you want to talk to someone feel free to dm me. Your life has value and I do hope you come to realize this and try your best to find some enjoyment in this world of ours. Of course, I say that as someone who has described life as being “trapped by existence” so I can kind of get what you’re feeling. Hang in there, not literally though because tying a noose right can be hard.
The ocean and the skyscraper both have horror stories aplenty for the dead coming back. In one, you ooze from the dark places, foul, rotting; and in the other you crawl out of the depths, bloated, fetid, teeming with the spawn of crabs and sea horses.
Had a neighbor who worked for the Coast Guard. They said every body they fished out of the sea had crabs spilling out of its mouth and anus once it hit the deck.
I’m not saying I regret being born, but I certainly plan on making a suicide device.
My only fear is we don’t stay dead.
Look, as the world’s dumbest man you might not realize this but there are lots of suicide devices already on the market or even better free alternatives!
Why not try a skyscraper? Perhaps wading into a cold ocean and never coming back? You could drive a car into a tree?
Just trying to save you some time and frustration, plus a few bucks too!
…uh seriously though if you want to talk to someone feel free to dm me. Your life has value and I do hope you come to realize this and try your best to find some enjoyment in this world of ours. Of course, I say that as someone who has described life as being “trapped by existence” so I can kind of get what you’re feeling. Hang in there, not literally though because tying a noose right can be hard.
Two of those tend to leave a mess behind for other people to clear up, and the other seems like a fairly prolonged, unpleasant way to go.
The ocean and the skyscraper both have horror stories aplenty for the dead coming back. In one, you ooze from the dark places, foul, rotting; and in the other you crawl out of the depths, bloated, fetid, teeming with the spawn of crabs and sea horses.
The car one might just be walking corpse.
Had a neighbor who worked for the Coast Guard. They said every body they fished out of the sea had crabs spilling out of its mouth and anus once it hit the deck.