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I once took a handful of painkillers in an attempt to kill myself, without realising they were laced with a mild poison to prevent those kinds of suicide. So instead of massive kidney failure I threw up for a few days. That wasn't the best weekend ever.
So. Like a lot of people in this thread, I've tried to kill myself, and I'm constantly thinking about killing myself, but I'm still alive and typing. It's become more of a philosophy than something I'd actually do now. I always had The Plan, to move away from everyone and slowly lose touch so I could kill myself without hurting anyone. Because if a close friend commits suicide, it really does hurt even though it's what they wanted to do. If some asshole you haven't spoken to in a few years commits suicide, it's no biggy.
I wouldn't ever feel sorry for someone who tries to kick the bucket, if it's like the recent Hunter Thompson suicide - he did it because he'd lead a full life, he'd had his fill, he wanted to die the place and time and way he chose. That's the attitude I have to suicide - if I ever reach the point where I'm completely satisfied and wouldn't hurt people I'd top myself.
If it's someone trying to commit suicide because their life has reached rock bottom, then it's probably better they kill themselves than to stay alive in misery just to keep their friends from grief. Their friends would be constantly worrying about them, rather than being able to properly grieve, it's unfair to everyone.
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