Suicide Note


Blogger disclaimer:

No, I’m not gonna kill myself.

Yes, I think suicide is the ultimate selfish act.

Yes, I realize that some people are lost and see no other way out; no other way to stop the pain.

Yes, I pity them.

No, I do not agree with them.

Yes, dead is dead.

Here is a fictional suicide note.
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Read it carefully and tell me what you see.

To whom it doesn’t concern:

I can’t take it anymore, lmfao…..

Everything is going crazy and it’s just more than I can stand, more than I want to stand.

I don’t have any energy. My life is draining away by the day. I don’t want to get out of the bed most days. It takes a mental Olympic feat to even eat anything.

No one understands what I’m going thru or seems to even care. Everything that goes wrong in my family always gets blamed on me. I can’t do anything right.

No matter how hard I try, nothing is good enough.

I get so sick and tired of never being good enough for anybody, no matter how hard I try, how much I sacrifice, no matter how much it takes out of me, no matter how much I have to give up; no matter what I try to do, no one gives a crap how all this affects me or what I go thru in order to meet their lofty, impossibly high expectations of me.

I don’t get it….

I don’t think anyone gives a shit about me or what I care about.

Yeah, I’ve had my struggles and issues lately but, nobody’s perfect, nobody has the right to point fingers at me without walking in my shoes and knowing what I have to sacrifice or what I go thru everyday to be “good” enough to be in this family!

I wish they’d try to understand my pain and cut me a break. I can only do so much.

But, I’m not even gonna try anymore. I am so tired and exhausted of constant, never ending bullshit.

This fucking world is a bunch of bullshit. People always fucking with you and cutting your balls off. Never giving a guy a chance to better himself and fix his problems. Always, ALWAYS! Fucking with me! It never fucking stops!

None of these fuckers in my, so called, “family” give a shit about me. They don’t care what I go thru or what I want or how hard I try to do better.

I’m sick of their shit, I’m sick of my wife, I’m sick of my fucking ungrateful kids, I’m sick of my fuck stick, boss….

Fucking niggers and Mexicans are getting all my jobs. Mother fuckers are everywhere, like fucking roaches!

Fuck God, fuck Jesus, fuck the mother fucking Holy Ghost!

Who believes in that shit anymore, anyways!? Mother fuckers ain’t never done shit for me! Fuck’em all!

Nobody cares what I put up with or what I go thru. Fuck them, too!

So tired of all this shit and not getting a break. So fucking tired…

G*damn bill collecting vultures! They don’t give a shit if you’re out of work or what…

I can’t help my boss was a prick and fired me for missing a couple of hours and coming in late. I know I smelled like beer but that was from the night before.

Asshole.

I was perfectly sober that morning, he don’t care that sometimes a few beers takes my mind off things. It helps me forget about my problems and how everybody is fucking me! It was on my own time….

Well, whoever finds me and this note, tell everyone in my family to kiss my fucking ass! How do you like this shit!?

I can’t believe I let them push me this far… 

I should kill them mother fuckers….thatd solve a lot of shit!

FUCK ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!

[CLICK]

You have GOT to be fucking kidding me!

I swear to God!! I can’t catch a fucking break!!

6 thoughts on “Suicide Note”

  1. Possibly out of line here, but I don’t find this amusing if it was meant to be. Too many people out their in our world and on WP suffer with mental illnesses or hardship and your title and how you wrote this… Well as I said possibly out of line.

    1. It was meant as a description of all the emotions and back and forth of blame that I have experienced myself in the bad times. If you may have noticed the writer of the note tries to blame everyone and anything else for his decision to part ways with life, placing very little accountability on himself. No, it was not meant to be amusing. It was meant to be confusing. Just like suicide.

    1. Jeez, everyone is telling me not to kill myself! Lol! I wrote this as a description of the confusion and selfishness and all the emotional turmoil that accompanies the final decision to off oneself. You know how much I love me 😊

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