I have no personality !? WTF halp.

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Sure, everyone has contemplated it, but I think most of us has in a cutesy 'what if?' kind of way.

Suicide is for the people who can't reach up and punch life in the balls when they're down. It's a pathetic and stupid way out.
 
What if I tied cheese wire around my neck, glued my hands to my head and hung myself. It would look like I tore my own head off. Whenever someone sees me, he WILL be emotionally scarred FOR LIFE! Cool.
 
I'm sure the grandmother who's suffering from metastatic brain cancer, or the man with progressive multiple sclerosis might disagree.

I'm sure these people just aren't punching hard enough.
 
Hey WTF, why are you also from Bulgaria, govedo... :P

And "what if" the "what if" has led you to. "I have no life goals worth mentioning (besides having a long term relationship with beautyfull girl, which is rediculas as life goal), i have no means, or now even the desire, to reach even that goal, i've faild trought my whole life"." "I've been and i am a looser. Haven`t completed a single thing i've started besides the time i masturbate... I mean i did finish high school, but that`s because back than i was actually making an impression of someone so smart that they were just letting me trough anywaya. I always hide behinde someone or something. Always give excusess. This is how it ever was and how it will ever will be since this is the person that i am, and that person is obviosly not working. I'm not sure wheather i do not wish to change or simply can`t and mask it as do not wish, but in any case, change is not happening, and sinche the chances of the world around me to change are even slimer than me chaning. It`s pretty much obvious i've reached the dead end on 22. Now i can continue to just float (or drown, depends on how you see it, but in both cases doesn`t matter) in the stand still pile of shit i feel my life as, for as long as my body can hold (and seeing how most of my forefathers have made it in their late 80s and 90s... it`ll be pretty fucking long time (thou even a month in my current life seems as eternity), or i can end it all with one jump from a high building, and just don`t bother anymore. In fact i will also carry a knife so i can penetrate my trought right before i reach the ground, just in case i somehow survive the fall and be left in the miserable position of beein paraplegic and not being capable of even killing myself, which is the possibly worst situation ever imaginable, to not have the control to even take your own life at will.

Escape into imagination at certain points is simply not an option, as it tends to get closer and closer to the reality with the time, and if the reality is not satisfing, than the imagination tends to be negative too, and if your own imagination is overtaken by negativity and despair, than... well it suck a lot of cock. I can`t even imagine happy endings anymore, coz my trough life expirience so far (22 years of it) have led me to the conclusion that everything and everyone is one complete fucking shit.
 
Dude. You need to lighten up. Seriously.

You haven't hit your dead end. Something will come up. Get out there and try to find things that you want to do, or think you'll enjoy.

It's not that hard, really.

PS: Excuse me sir, but when you say "throught", it still seems like "trout" to me. So, I'm just going to say that all I got out of your post is that you're going to stab a trout with a knife. You might want to cook it afterward.
 
There are also people who commit actions that will lead to their own death due to spiritual, philosophical, religious, war or terror, heroism, ect.

And in that classic "The Lottery", would it be said that everyone in that community was suicidal? They allowed themselves to be killed by their community members. Although they also did not really have a choice considering the whole of the community, but couldn't they have moved if they really wanted to live?

There's always a reason, so should motivation or the action matter more? Or do they both carry equal weight?
 
Well, the end result is pretty much the same. You're dead. To someone such as myself who has never contemplated taking my own life, I actually find the matter to be the height of selfishness.

Let me qualify that; I don't think it's wrong, if you want to end it all you have no one to explain your decision too. You don't have to explain "why," it's not required. People that would care for you, that you left behind would profess that, "Well, I think he did it for this reason, or that..." Fact of the matter is, they will never know.

On that point, the motivation would be more important than the act. Dealing with the loss would be hard enough for most people, never knowing "why" would drive them crazy.
 
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