Posted to the FB - not sure if I agree with most. More than half did not suicide themselves.
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It's spiritual. Hard to say what it is. Haunting, really haunting. It's like being at the train tracks, or that edge, something, another force, it's not yours, abnormal, telling you to just jump, it's better. Tempting, all rationality gone. Just this damn echo of all that pain, anger, grief, loss. That voice, those thoughts, merging, resenting yourself, others, the grief, the loss. Until it becomes a barrier. It's not listening, it can't hear, it can't see anything else, just the edge or etc. Until it doesn't care.
Normally there's a counter balance, but it's so much, much harder to find. Another pull, something. It becomes ignored. Or it occasionally saves.
Perhaps we do? Some die without even knowing. Some struggle to die. Others won't, until they do.
That’s fucking la la. I’ve met demons. Show me what you got.
Let's tango, bitch. Tell me I am wrong. Look it up or did you want me too. Never in my articulate style. No. But find it. Instead of posting what you think they felt.
There are some there who were murdered. But you've posted an assumption. It's an illusion.
I eat you for lunch. Please struggle, please. Hurtz donut?
Haha you wouldn't, I wouldn't even blink. It would be this dumb retard in front of me. Objectively one of us ain't going home. It would be dirty, no holds. Just your worst. I'd eat your ears, your nose. Eyeballs love them, they squish, and pop. Hahaha.
You pull a tool, I'd use anything. One of us ain't going home. I couldn't stop. Because I won't let it happen. So pretend.
Come at the King you best not miss.
Hahaha. The folly of youth. You want to troll?
Let’s focus on your articulate style, bastard. Tell me I am wrong. Look it up, please.
Testimonials you can't find? Please do. Read them