Filed under: Life
Disclaimer: I’m not sure if this a joke or not. Enjoy.
Tips on Writing Your Suicide Note
Your suicide note will be the last thing people have to remember you by.
Your relatives, friends, police officers, and others, will read it. In some cases, suicide notes, or parts of them, even get to the media. You might think that suicide notes would be the most carefully crafted documents, however in many cases, they are written carelessly and hastily.
The following tips are provided for people who want to leave a real impression.
Note: if you are not actually committing suicide because you want to die but are just looking to get attention, do not bother reading this. Your note will mean nothing once the doctors are done treating the scratches on your wrists or pumping the 2000mg of Advil out of your stomach. There are better ways of getting attention anyway. I suggest you try one of the many services for people who are only crying for help.
Tip #1
Start Early.
Getting an early start is important. If you can, start a few days before your suicide. Make sure you’re in a clear state of mind. You do not want to try to write your note while waiting for the pills you took to kick in, or have to rush through it before you bleed to death. Giving yourself enough time to write your note will help eliminate the most common mistakes.
Tip #2
Don’t try to say everything.
There are probably a lot of things you have on your mind, and you need to take some time and sort them out. Decide what is most important to say and leave out things that don’t matter. Decide now what you want your readers to come away with after reading your note. Eliminate those things that distract from that point.
Tip #3
Handwrite your note if you can.
A handwritten note is a lot more personal. However, if you are worried your letter will not be understood, or you are physically not able to write it by hand don’t worry about it. The important thing is that you get your message across.
Tip #4
Be natural.
Write the way you would speak. A good suicide note is personal, not formal. Don’t get out the thesaurus and look for the biggest words you can find. Be yourself.
Tip #5
Avoid cliché’s
Filling your note with phrases like “Goodbye cruel world” and “no one understands me” will make your note feel less like your thoughts and more like a form letter. Too many cliché’s and it can look like you are just going through the motions or that you are leaving a note because you feel that you should, but without having anything to say. If you want to say something but it sounds too cliché, try to re-word it a little.
Tip #6
In general, use first person.
It creates a sense of intimacy and makes it easier for a reader to see things from your point of view, if you want to use a different viewpoint, be sure that you stick to it throughout your whole note.
Tip #7
Don’t use your note like a will.
You might want your best friend to get your stereo but your suicide note is not the place to express that. If you want to leave certain things to certain people you should setup a will ahead of time. Just because you write it down does not make it legal, and it can be easily dismissed by the claim that you were not of sound mind when you wrote it.
Taking the time to set up a will will also help keep you from giving away your stuff in the months/weeks/days before the suicide. That’s one of the most obvious indications that you are thinking about killing yourself and will likly get you “saved”, or at least make the process more difficult.
Tip #8
Be Honest.
Your note will be one of the last things you give the world to judge you by. If you include things that others can disprove, it can discount the entire note. Besides, there is not much reason for lying at this point, is there?
Tip #9
Don’t reveal your methods.
This is most important when taking poisons and pills. Telling everyone what you took just makes it easier for them to give you the treatments needed to revive you. Alternately, you do not want someone to find the note that details which bridge you’re jumping off of before you get that chance to jump. They might be able to stop you. People will find out how you did it once the autopsy reports come in anyway.
Tip #10
Don’t say anything you might regret.
There is always a chance that you will be found and “rescued”. Suicide notes are not the place to rip into people, give away other’s secrets, or confess crimes. The last thing you want is to end up in a hospital bed, facing the people who read something you would never have told them while alive.
Tip #11
Don’t try to persuade the reader.
You do not want to spend your time trying to convince the reader that you are right. In most cases nothing you can say will change they way they feel. Your purpose is to express your point of view. It doesn’t matter if the reader shares your point of view or not, only that they understand it.
Tip #12
Proofread your note.
Re-read your note at least twice. It’s easy to make a simple mistake that distracts from the overall feel of the note. When reading over your note, there are a lot of things to look for. It’s better to read it several times, looking for something different each time then to try to remember it all while reading it over once.
Make sure the point you wanted to get across when you started writing is clear. Don’t be afraid to made edits, but be sure to read your note over again when you do.
Tip #13
Make your note easy to find
Take some time to consider where to leave your note. If you can’t leave it near you, be sure to leave it in an obvious location. Even if you want someone in particular to read your note first, avoid sending it to someone by mail. There are too many things that could go wrong and once you send it, it’s gone. Your note could get lost in the mail, or worse, it could reach someone before you can go though with it.
Tip #14
Check your note for flow.
Your note should progress rather then being a loose connection of thoughts and feelings. People reading your note should see that it is going somewhere. If you’re having a hard time, start with a sentence or two that sum up the point of the letter, and then end with a summary of the same topic. Every paragraph in between should support that point.
Tip #15
Make sure it’s not too long.
There is a reason it’s called a suicide note and not a novel. Try to keep it around two or three pages at the most. Avoid the temptation to mention or leave a little note to everyone you know. Not only does that get dull fast but you’re certain to leave someone out.
http://www.axe-s.com/tips/
Filed under: Television
Dwight Schrute: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he’s the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.
Filed under: Life
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i’m spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i’m in i’ll tell you what’s behind the wall
there’s a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you’re sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut
http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/
Filed under: Originals
You said Goodbye.
Because of a trust too soon,
the bond of a life long friend.
She laid the blame before I had the chance to try,
I wouldn’t have tried.
Lovers mean more than friends,
I would not argue that fact.
If a heart had to be broken it was always going to be mine,
lovers mean more than friends.
I would still say Hello.
Filed under: Films
We spend our whole life trying to stop death. Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing. But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. Then there comes a point – a moment – in life when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses… Maybe death is a gift. – The Life of David Gale
Filed under: Life
From my daily calendar
October 20th:
Writer/director Sacha Guitry: My dear, if you pass before me, I’ll have carved on your tombstone: “Cold at last.”
Guiltry’s wife singer Yvonne Printemps: My love, if you pass before me, I’ll have carved on your tombstone: “Hard at last.”
October 21st:
“Go gargle with razor blades” – talk show hols Rush Limbaugh
October 27th:
“In order to feel safer on his private jet, actor John Travolta has purchased a bomb sniffing dog. Unfortunately for the actor, the dog came six months too late.” – comedian Tina Fey
November 12th:
“A critic is: A eunich judging a man’s lovemaking. A skydreaming eagle without wings. Pygmies with poisen darts who live in the favelly of the sleeping giants.” – writer/publishers Dagobert Runes
Filed under: Originals
sitting on a fence.
towards the setting sun a deer wanders alone.
I am alone.
walk or run?
sitting on a fence
now my back is against the West.
My sight of the well is fading.
soon it will be too dark to find it.
climb down. Now?
the fall would be effort less
the splash silent to God and deafening to Satan
My cries might echo, scare the deer
sitting on a fence.
the cold steel is closer than the well.
jump. jump down.
I shoot the deer.
I imagine he is grateful. I would be.
It was closer than the well.
face and feet point West.
it will be dark by the time I reach him.
by then the well will be even farther away.
glance back. hesitation.
my son’s empty stomach blocks my view of the well.
but I know the well is still there.
This is what happens in Computer Architecture class when my Prof mentions sitting on a fence and being indecisive. My morbid mind at work.
Filed under: Music
“Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world.”
Excuse me sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you’re gonna say it’s not right
My reply:
Excuse me miss,
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you’re talking to?
She said, “I don’t care, you don’t even know me.”
I said, “I know but I’d like to change that soon, hopefully.”
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me how am I supposed seize this day
When everything inside me has died
My reply:
Trust me girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
But I offer you this easy choice
Instead of dying, living with me
She said, “Are you crazy? You don’t even know me.”
I said, “I know but I’d like to change that soon, hopefully.”
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
But what good would that do? My offer stands and you must choose
“All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight
I swear to God if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you’ll never see it coming.”
I said, “Settle precious, I know what you’re going through
Cause ten minutes before you got here I was gonna jump too.”
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
Spill Canvas
Filed under: Music
Milk thistle, milk thistle
Let me down slow
Help me go slow
I’ve been carryin’ on
I’m not scared of nothin’
I’ll go pound for pound
I keep death on my mind
Like a heavy crown
If I go to Heaven,
I’ll be bored as hell
Like a little baby
At the bottom of a well
Fairchild, Fairchild
How are you, man?
Did you fix that storefront?
Did you start that band?
Don’t be scared of nothin’
You go pound for pound
You bring peace to midnight
Like a spotted owl
I’ll be rootin’ for you
Like my favorite team
If somebody sweats you
You just point ‘em out to me
All the sights and sounds
This little world’s too crowded now
And there’s only one way out
An elevator ride
Through the tunnel towards the light
And I’m nowhere-bound
Keep going up and down
Up and down
Newspaper, newspaper
Can’t take no more
You’re here every morning
Waitin’ at my door
And I’m just tryin’ to kiss you
And you stab my eyes
Make me blue forever
Like an island sky
And I’m not pretending
That it’s all okay
Just let me have my coffee
Before you take away the day
Lazarus, Lazarus,
Why all the tears?
Did your faithful chauffer just disappear?
What a lonesome feeling
To be just waitin’ round
Like some washed up actress
In a Tinseltown
But for the record
I’d come pick you up
We’ll head for the ocean
Just say when you’ve had enough
All the light and sound
This little world’s too fragile now
And there’s only one way out
But if you let me slide
I’ll do my best to make things right
And I’m nowhere-bound
Keep going up and down
Up and down
Milk thistle, milk thistle
Let me down slow
Just help me down slow
I’ve been hurryin’ on
I was poised for greatness
I was down and out
I keep death at my heels
Like a basset hound
If i go to heaven
I’ll be bored as hell
Like a crying baby
At the bottom of a well.
Conor Oberst





