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It's time /lit/

Write your suicide note

>> No.11216831

I've slain the beast
This is my ceremony

>> No.11216836

>>11216822

I guess I have no character. Bye.

>> No.11216850

>>11216822
And surely now I will jest, infinitely.

>> No.11216851

Gee, I guess I really should have followed those 12 Rules For Life™

>> No.11216859

Yall sucked

>> No.11216864

ok, now what

>> No.11216874

(You)

>> No.11217043

All this buttoning and unbuttoning . . .

>> No.11217050

brb

>> No.11217065
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11217065

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

>> No.11217093
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11217093

>that 18 year old depressed boomer who wants to kill himself.

>> No.11217098

This (make of "this" what you will. Perhaps make of this what you will, as well) should never have happened.

>> No.11217142

Im finished.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EhQd4nugps

>> No.11218131

I guess the real suicide was the friends I made along the way

>> No.11218229
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>>11218131

>> No.11218248

Later nerds

>> No.11218252
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>>11218131

>> No.11218260

>>11216822
I've got a suicide thread of my own going. Please help: >>11218132

>> No.11218265

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour). I know, however, of a young chronophobiac who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been taken a few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was practically unchanged-the same house, the same people- and then realized that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence. He caught a glimpse of his mother waving from an upstairs window, and that unfamiliar gesture disturbed him, as if it were some mysterious farewell. But what particularly frightened him was the sight of a brand-new baby carriage standing there on the porch, with the smug, encroaching air of a coffin; even that was empty, as if, in the reverse course of events, his very bones had disintegrated.

>> No.11218323

All this buttoning and unbuttoning

>> No.11218338

>>11218323
>>11217043
What is this from and why does it feel so esoteric and full of meaning?

>> No.11218389

1.1. Nothing wrong with me.
1.2. Nothing wrong with me.
1.3. Nothing wrong with me.
1.4. Nothing wrong with me.

2.1. Something's got to give.
2.2. Something's got to give.
2.3. Something's got to give.

>> No.11218424

>>11218338
Its an anonymous suicide note from the 18th century.
And you feel that way because its a good goddamn suicide note.

>> No.11218438

>>11216822
This is America.

>> No.11218506

I got tired of waiting for it to get better

>> No.11218521

help me

>> No.11218543

>>11218389
1. Nothing wrong with me

2. Something's got to give
2.1. NOOOOOOWWWWW
2.1.1. LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR

>> No.11218600

I just hope death is the end and not something worse. I couldn't adapt to this sick world and its psycho people. I love you mom. Dad, u r my hero. I planned this many years ago.

>> No.11218635

I have an approximately 1 inch incision midway up my upper thigh dissecting the femoral artery.

>> No.11218650

>>11216822
I am sorry for the sorrow I am about to cause
The pain outweighs the pride

>> No.11218691

Many are afraid of dying alone. I am grateful to have done so.

From a young age I deemed society irreperable, and decided that instead of building a utopia for everyone, I would build a utopia for myself. I spent most of my life enjoying its beauty; my passions, my friends, my wife, art, nature and solitude. It was many years ago when I deemed my life complete, and since then I have spent my time resting in its spoils. But, I could not rest for too long; I take none of it with me, therefore I must not get attached to the meaningless beauty of existence.

When I decided I was ready, I departed from my reality for a final journey, alone, into the desert. The desert was once as unknown as death itself; that no longer is the case. As such, it was time for me to leave the island of paradise and be forgotten in the infinite ocean which surrounds it. I saw through my eyes as did no one else, so I had to die as I saw.

I have always found a peace in solitude; it is the one true freedom we can have. But, it does not last forever, and everything we are eventually ceases to exist. Our thoughts, experiences, styles, even our physical bodies disintegrate. Why depart without giving yourself the chance to bid farewell first? That is what I did in the desert. I embarked on a journey, the destination of which was acceptance of not just death, but life. Nothing can properly articulate the universe but itself, and I am grateful to have tried.

So farewell. In the desert is a shallow grave I dug, buried myself in, then administered a lethal substance to myself in. I wish that there is no attempt to find me, and that I am not disturbed if I am found. I have spent life as a caterpillar, then inside a cocoon. Now that I am a butterfly, I wish to fly away.

>> No.11218705

>>11218265
fuck where is this from i read it years ago

>> No.11218833

DMT is too expensive so bye bye

>> No.11218836

>>11218521
how is anybody going to help you if you're dead, anon?

>> No.11218838

>>11218705
Nabokov's autobiography, Speak, Memory

>> No.11218855

HA! You thought I was dead

...

>> No.11218862

Looks like Ray Brassier was right about everything.

>> No.11218863

I was already extinct inside. This course of action is just me finishing the process.

>> No.11218868

>>11216822
I could have waited, but what was I waiting for...

>> No.11218872

>>11218868
I like this

>> No.11218911

The cessation of me is only the destruction of the illusionary, presently and in future I am just as much dust as you are.

>> No.11219141

>>11217142
based

>> No.11219144

>>11218911
quite based

>> No.11219168

>>11216822
BBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

>> No.11219183

I've become a retarded schizophrenic homeless person with no hope of ever getting off the streets. My former friends all hate me, and I'll never become anything worth being.

>> No.11219188

>>11217098
This[1] should never have happened.

1. make of "this" what you will. Perhaps make of this what you will, as well

>> No.11219190

YO THIS NIGGA BOUTTA GET DABBED ON

>> No.11219194

/lit/ made me do this

>> No.11219198

My entire diary is a suicide note

>> No.11219326

I require access to absolute truth to feel with sufficient satisfaction and certitude that I am living correctly. Without the perfect knowledge that I am living correctly, I do not regard it as worthwhile to live at all. Given that I am unable to access absolute truth, I am unable to live correctly, and as such, the most reasonable thing to do is to end my own mutilated and confused mode of living, q.e.d.

>> No.11219345

She told me it was just a fart
It was a qeef of mighty proportions
Its not even the fact that she qeefed
Its why she would lie

>> No.11219358

I'll see you walking on the log between the bramble. Me I'm a klutz. Determinted to be so, I suppose, so here we are. See you, okay?

>> No.11219369

>>11216822
I won't be forced to live in a world that I despise. Thus, I choose death over life.

>> No.11219921

>>11219183
keep writing
maybe become a bucket drummer

>> No.11220135

*Bang*
This is going in my cringe compilation

>> No.11220392

Smell you later, Cowboy Bebops

>> No.11220402
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>>11217093
>that 30 old boomer that feels overwhelmed by all the buttoning and unbuttoning

>> No.11220405

To be continued...

>> No.11220406

>>11219358
I don't know what it is about this but I really like it.

>> No.11220408

Such is life.

>> No.11220437

>>11220408
>not such is death

>> No.11220439

Remember the Alamo!

>> No.11220699
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11220699

Fuck you all.

>> No.11222314

It all returns to nothing

Tumbling down

Tumbling down

Tumbling do-own

>> No.11222332

>>11218833
>he buys DMT instead of extracting it himself

Lmao

>> No.11222333

>>11216836
pftphth

Only someone experienced can rally up people. Change their insides to a new state. Done with sounds from a distance. Stops feelings of lost time. Take all where they want, not where all needed. But they will be reminded. Perhaps the taking of where they stand. So they'll walk the line, pushed to the edge. Not today, but we will all be pushed to the edge. One day, we'll go over.

>> No.11223329

In the end, it was only women. Women, they hold the collective key to my subconscious. They are Nature as intended, and I collapse and fall down like a pile of milks in the aisles of the endless supermarket. Don't cry for me but feed on the brown rice in my night time garden.

>> No.11224068

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 27. That is 17 years past 10. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 27. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.

>> No.11224255

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bk4dXCmh680
My theory is that this song is someone's suicide note written in the form of his will.
Isn't writing your will the same as writing a suicide note?

>> No.11224267

People live for the cock. People strive for the cock. People desire the cock. Strength means respect. And nobody ever seems to care for what I've got to give. Why should I allow them the pleasure of seeing me live?
This is an end which is my end, the end of that which is mine.
To everybody,
F U C K Y O U.

>> No.11224915

>>11219358
Screencapped this

>> No.11224924

I guess I truly was The Idiot all along...

>> No.11224982

>>11219358
best post

>> No.11225096

fml rerolling

>> No.11225224

>>11220439
The south shall rise again (to heaven)

>> No.11225281

>>11216822
i want you to know that i came to this conclusion through 28 years of living. I fucking hate life, everything ends in suffering. You all make me sick. I make myself sick. Im happier dead, i love you good bye

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>>11216822
pee and poo and balls and gay lol

>> No.11225289

>>11219358
Is this about frogger?

>> No.11225721

Life is like a long constant walk where stopping means death.
Some people reach their paths natural end, some trip or are stopped by outside forces. But I'm just tired of walking, I want to stop for rest.

>> No.11225742

>>11216822
Ive had nothing to say for too long. Except, Goodbye.

>> No.11225758

I'm probably dead now that you're reading this, but I want you to know all is well. I've had a happy life of living on my own terms, so don't feel bad that I'm going this way - it's how I wanted it. Please just bury me naturally. I don't want my corpse to feed the capitalists that make the coffin and the corrupt priests. I mean, my god. Now, take care, and so and so on.

>> No.11225826

I do not know how to live this life.