>>24707955
To whom it may concern,

There is an open carton of milk in the fridge that will expire in two weeks as of this writing (the ninth of August). I apologize for the inconvenience.

Sincerely,

[N.N.]

I was gong to send a recording but I hate the sound of my voice more than I hate my penmanship so you’ll have to deal with the chickenscratch. Back when we did cursive you made us trace over the lines in workbooks while Mom sliced apples. I remember that. The snoopy plate and the apples and Jane’s tiny hand gliding over the paper like a blade on ice. She wouldn’t skate after what happened and I know you blame me because I blame me. But I remember after we ate all the apples and there was just snoopy laying on his doghouse. I was just thinking how nice it would be. To just lay out there with the stars blinking guiltlessly and not think about anything. Not to think about December and Robert Frost and the rink. When you’re a kid you don’t have to think, you just shuffle through and keep walking and walking and someone will pick you up and reorient if you go too far off the path. But now I feel like I’m just walking and walking and there’s nothing out there to hold onto, just nothing at all but my own hands and what good are those, they aren’t steady.

They couldn’t hold the wheel into place and I tried I really tried. You know I tried and you told me it’s not your fault these things happen. But they don’t happen to some people. When they showed the stump I couldn’t believe. I didn’t see it. Even now I try to think and I can’t see the bandage, there’s nothing. All I see is the car and the snow dotted red and my fingers picking slivered glass from her hair.

If she hated me i could live with myself. Let the hate wash over and I could live in the flat and wash my clothes and eat. I could live with that because I deserve that and there would be some rightness in that. But she took it all like a champ. Learning baby steps all over again. How can I look at her and say good going when she walks across the room with a cane. She smiles and I still see the slivered glass in her hair catching the light from the windowsill.

It is not so bad. You can see all the stars from here. I see the dipper stove. I see Mom with the knife deftly flashing in her hands slicing Pisces, dicing up our last dinner. I see Dad following the bear that he said would eat us but never did. I see Jane skating in the dark between the stars. I do not need to be part of it, I do not deserve it. But let me at least lay down and see it. I can be snoopy. Black and white, sin and grace. I want to be whole and it will never happen but at least i can see this. The constellations my last consolation I will watch it get smaller and smaller and smaller

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>>24707955
I started writing my suicide note years ago but it quickly ballooned to a suicide memoir so I called the whole thing off

For sale: pocket pussy, extra small.

>>24708187
unused?

>>24708357
Not for lack of trying. Now I must part.

Da world is bad! I am gud! I cannot leave in such contrast--it blinds mi eyes, and everyday it is jarring! Good bye, reality my enemi

>>24707982
It's the 8th of september anon.

I make big stink from my butt when dead

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>>24707999
Checked, also this is beautiful writing.

>>24707999
>words words words words
Kek. Faggot

O. O this then is it. Life grown unbearable at last. An inferno rages within me. (Indeed what do infernos ever do but rage?) The building is on fire and I stand on the brink. I jump to my death to flee the flames. Knowing full well I thereby plunge into the maws of hell. And yet I can do no other. I am incel, make minimum wage, pee pee poo poo, am sad man. Sexless virgin loser fuck. A pariah, an untouchable, spat upon by all. Poor little me. I go now the way of Kurt. Kurt Donald Cobain. I pull da trigger. And not the Chrono kind of trigger. Indeed if only I could go back to the past. And play the shitty games that suck ass. I mean make better choices. If only I had made Better Choices. O then I would now be rich chad with hot gf. But alas I have failed and must die.

>>24708187
Lol

I'm afraid this note isn't the last pointless thing I'll do.

>>24707955
Won't have me around to deny pussy to any more

To K.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't feel like it was your fault, I was going to do this no matter what.

Please, forget me. If you love me don't acknowledge I ever existed. I was worthless, I know that you saw something of value in me but I just can't do it anymore.

I can't deal with the fact that my father is dead. I can't deal with the fact my mother is disgusted by me. I can't deal with the fact that life just feels so dull. I can't deal with the fact I have to live for another 60 years. I just can't.

Please forget me. If you still love me, then move on and never give a second thought about me. Live life, go to college, find a man, become a radiologist like you wanted too, start a family, grow old. You shouldn't care about some fucking loser who shot himself in the head.

I'm thinking about the times we were together before I die. Thank you for giving me one last give

Love K.

>>24708185
this is very relatable my inability to write anything longer than half a page and my crippling fear of being misunderstood put together stops me every time

RIP we just killed the club

>>24707955
Sorry Morvern.
Don't try to understand, it just felt like the right thing to do.
-My novel is on the disk, print it out and send it to the first publisher on this list, if they will not take it try the next one down.
I wrote it for you.
I love you.
Be brave.
I left money in the bank for the funeral, the card is in the drawer, you know the code.
Keep the music for yourself.

>>24707955
Life is rough and if it's gonna get tough, I'm out.

Don’t think of it as a suicide. I’m merely correcting a mistake. I’m sorry, mom. I know you meant well.

>>24707955
It was worth a try. Bye, folks.

>>24710595
R.I.P. Ronaldo Fink Mullen

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>>24707955
>The kikes won. The sight of a nigger instantly ruins my day and I cannot go outside. I don't want to pay taxes. Women are trash, normies are apes. I do not want to speak to anybody who has tattoos. I don't like porn, I don't like vidya, I don't like movies, I don't like music. I don't like hangovers so I can't drink myself into a stupor, I don't want to do drugs. I have no use for therapists, because I can only solve my problem through nuclear holocaust. My hobbies are ruined. Food isn't as tasty as it used to be. There is no God, and last but not least, 4chan is full of bots and the jannies are trannies. It is truly, inexorably, over.
>Whether you show this note to other people or not, you will get stage 4 cancer and your mom will die in her sleep. No, you cannot reply with the immunity dog. This note is immune to all immunity gimmicks.

>>24707982
>>24708435
>It's the 8th of september anon.
That's because he's going to do it tomorrow.

Failed experiment.

- B

Excuse all the blood

Beep beep I'm here, beep beep I'm gone.

please burn my hard disks and DONT check my phones gallery

>>24711088
FUCK, now I wanna listen to Mayhem.

>>24707955
I am now unburdened by what once was.

I'm left with no choice. This pen trembles in my hand and these tears moisten the pages on which I write, which is to say that it's with no joy or pride that I've made this decision. I suppose the easiest way to go about justifying myself - a habit I can't escape even approaching death - is to ask: would you not do the same? If you strained for each breath (literally - I struggle to breathe under the weight of anxiety), or if each interaction could only bring pain, if you've never known love and knew that you never could because of your own endemic narcissism, thereby barring yourself from pity as well, would you not do the same? To "get better" at this age would be to reckon with the fact that the entirety of my youth has gone the way of fantasy and cowardice, and to slowly learn, with all the embarrassment inherent to the late growth process, what everyone else has learned by the time they're half my age, is no appealing prospect. The past tortures me, the future frightens me, and the present drains me. I've lived as a coward and no one wants to see such a person clumsily attempt to eclipse the destruction they've wrought far past the time it would matter anyway. I'm confident those close to me will mourn for a bit, but when that passes you can finally know a life in which the pressure of my neuroticism doesn't constantly chip away at your livelihood. So yeah, I've yapped enough. Bye now.

Sixty niggers, not again!

>>24707955
I LIVED w/ no ragrets

D. END.

>>24707955
What is the purpose of a suicide note?

Bye bye, bye bye bye, beloved brethren! Time’s now for me to frolic, no? So frolic I will, over hills and clover fields. But the rest you may file under folly. Of that, may you be saved the hesitance. That that it’s certain is certain. And the room for doubt is a room with naught for volume. Hence: This you should know, this you better be knowing, this that I’m going, gone, bye bye! By which I mean to get across that I’m at the station, and now at another, and now I’ve crossed the border and departed. Although, I too am this, I am too also—all so—retarded, that is to say: “Are you listening?” or rather, rather: “Really, are you, are you? Please!” but whether it's this or that, wait-or maybe: “I’m held down. A man enters the room. He is carrying a drill. He is crying. He positions the drill against my head. The drill starts revvi-” or, or: “What matters it now, and really, what mattered it ever really?” Which to some may seem a fool’s extent of the truth, and that that, at its full, is being concealed—By whom? And where, under which carpet?—Sorry, sorry. Sorry. Time’s now for me to start anew. I’ll start anew and say: “Boobie.” I’ll say: “Fuck.” I’ll say: “Lately, I find myself out gazing at stars, hearing guitars like someone in love, sometimes the things I do astound me, mostly whenever you're around me, lately I seem to walk as though I had wings, bump into things like someone in love, each time I look at you, I'm limp as a glove, feeling like someone in love.”

>Write your suicide note
Nah, dying it's for faggots

Lack of motivation and internet brain. The best achievement my brain ever did is being splatted on the ceiling.

>>24708431
best in the thread

me sad
me ack
much love
-anon

>>24707955
suicide poem > suicide note
Fuck prose, long live verse.

>>24707955
fuck all of you. i'm out.

>>24711321
To tell your parents it's not their fault you killed yourself, so they don't grieve as bad

>>24712349
Though I once faced life with vigor
My lips now caress the barrel and my finger the trigger
For my mother, alas, is dating a nigger

>>24711592
I like your prose.

Head hurts bad. Feed the dog. Until we meet again.

P.S. nigga balls

I've been planning this for a while. Now that I've finished [novel name] I've done everything I was put here to do. I've experienced every joy I was meant to have in this life, as short and pitiful a list as it was. Mom and dad were the only ones keeping me here. Now that dad has dementia and he won't even remember this happened tomorrow, I figure there's no point in delaying any longer. I have attached a list of my possessions which might be worth something. I haven't written a will, but just take it all and sell it.
I'm sorry if this causes you or anyone else pain. But I'm glad I don't have to be me anymore. I'm glad this is over. Please, in time, try to be happy for me.
Goodbye.

>>24707955
Dear anon,

these are the final few minutes of my life. When I have finished writing you this letter I will shoot myself in the chest with a crossbow. It's funny that I thought every other piece of my life would have to fall apart before I did this, that killing myself would be my last resort upon reaching rock bottom. But it's not really true; from the outside I'm still high functioning, I never miss uni class, I get the work done that needs to be done, I go to the gym and do sports, I eat healthy and have a good sleep schedule. It's pointless, on the inside I feel just the same as when I was too depressed to even get out of bed. The only thing that motivates me now is trying to avoid the unbearable shame but I can't; when anything goes wrong in my life I feel like I'm just standing there empty handed and powerless, and watching a tidal wave of shame and anguish wash over me and through me and submerge me completely. Then I know that the only way to assuage this inundation of negative emotion is to take a razor blade or lighter and try---but always fail---to cause myself all the pain I know I deserve.

I can't keep going like this. I fully acknowledge that I might fail to kill myself, I'm not determined to die, I just really don't care about anything anymore. I can't keep pretending everything is fine when nothing is.

Yours for ever and ever,
I love you,
-anon

>>24707955
I regret nothing.
Fuck you.

Dear Faggots,

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>>24713107
Look who thinks he's David Foster Wallace

Nice try, bitch. You think I'm so stupid as to let a simpleton like you PLAGIARIZE my suicide note?

I'm not wasting my "best prose" on this godforsaken board
Nice try

>>24707955
Dear S.

I am very grateful of your offer of hospitality, but must, at this moment, decline. The information I have on Mr. C is of such that it would cause him to be immediately ejected from his high office and discredited. Even his closest allies would have no choice but to abandon him. However, my intrusion was not undetected, and Mr. C's agents have become aware of my presence, and are likely to present a risk to my personal safety. I believe they are currently watching me, and I would not have the vast and frightening conspiracy I have become entangled with bring it's claws upon you as well. I will arrange for this salient information to be released through the usual means. In the meantime, do not trust anyone, do not leave the house, and do not believe what you hear in the media. I will get in touch later with instructions.

Yours truly,

J.

>>24707955
Oh the misery
every single person was my enemy

>>24707955
though I love "written" literature, faggots don't deserve my ebic writing skill, so my suicide note will be an HD-monitor playing this clip on infinite loop:

https://youtu.be/z0aF9kSLpeY?si=qBF2_ah0-ivJSK4Q&t=4

hey

I have been in immeasurable physical pain.
It's the worst that has ever been felt.
Jesus got to bail in 3 days and I have been in sharp teeth grinding suicidal pain since 2008.
Everyone else's pain was fagpain compared to mine at this point.
You retards don't even know.
No one helped me.

kill yourselves like i did
-anon

>>24712620
Does this imply the person is suiciding in their family's home?

>>24715125
No, it implies that the individual has no children or spouse.

>My mom says I'm cool.

>>24707999
i really really like this
anyone have books for this feel

What do you call a crate full of ducks? That's right! There is a dead man in the closet to your right.

I kind of strayed from the point and it became a short story of sorts. Whatever.

Forgive me. I don't need to tell your names, you know who i am referring to.
I'm tired. This life holds no beauty to me, no pleasures, just agony and filth. As you know, for years i have poisoned myself with alcohol and cigarettes, an unconcious desire to part from this world, now truly realized. When you find this note, it will be too late. The authorities might inform you first.
But that is inconsequential, i am rambling, and you must once again forgive me, an act that you were seldom good at.
The truth of the matter is, that i hate you. Always have. You are not only false in bearing, your very being is a lie. What comes out of your mouth is lies, you clad yourself in untruths, your actions are false.
And false too is your birth. Surprised? You never know what you might find when you dig out in the attic after the death of your remaining parents. I'm glad to know i share only half of my blood with you.
I also sent a little screencap to your wife, conserning your "business associate". Perhaps this will teach you not to use the same e-mail password from when you were 12.
There's not enough space here to accurately describe what else i have done to retaliate against the suffering you have caused me over the years. All while wearing the smug, self-important mask of a saint, while i know a devil smiled beneath it.
So allow me to finish by saying that it's unlikely they will recover your car and even if they manage to fix it, my death has forever defiled it's leather seats.

Goodbye.
ps. enjoy the feeling of being cuckolded by a dead man

The clamor of those who want my head will finally subside. The world and its oysters have told me what I did not want to understand. A place of longing will never await nor will a place of damnation.

With all the voices of my past, I announce to you, that my end has come. Forgive me or despise me, I shall let you know that I have always loved you. Your birth was painful and now my end with be even more so. A mother should never lose her son, but her son has lost his mind and cannot continue its masquerading. Her son strives to be placed alongside emotionless statues in a windy and peaceful plain filled with green calm. You were my only light in a world filled with catastrophe and unrelenting hatred of the senses. Your light will still shine, I promise.

I love you.

Somebody once told me: the world is gonna roll me. I ain′t the sharpest tool in the shed...Well, the years start comin' and they don′t stop comin', I need to get myself away from this place".

You'll never shine if you don′t glow

>>24707999
Reads like a monologue from Rick and Morty

>>24707955
>Write your suicide note with your best prose.
nice try satan

I hereby cease my monotonous toiling. Unemployed though I was, the work required to support the mundane weight of this plane has finally succeeded in collapsing my spirit. The onus is on me, and me alone. Others can exist without such wallowing, but I am not others.

Au revoir.