Dear Attention Whore
No, fuck YOU. This is not over, because you didn't give me a chance to defend or explain what I did. So it was me. You might have known that already. But I didn't just skip off on my own and call the police for a fucking laugh. Let's have a look at that post, shall we?
" I haven't killed myself yet, no, but I really just... "
"There's nothing. No hope whatsoever. Not even the remotest posibility of things changing for me"
And in particular:
"This is it. I tried everything, and I fucking failed, and I have nothing left. I'm sorry. I'm really so fucking sorry, but I just can't go on. It's entirely, completely, not even possible for me to go on. I feel bad for Sarah, but she'll be fine. I was more enamored with her than she with me, anyway. That's how it always is. I'm used to it. I'm sorry, everybody. I really am. But I have NOTHING. NOTHING. NOT A GODDAMNED THING. So... There's no hope whatsoever. It's done. It's all done. I lose, God wins. Whatever. I'm fucked, I'm dead in the water, maybe literally dead, but I have no money and not even the remotest chance of money in my future, so I just can't live anymore.
I love you all, but this is the end of the line for me."
Now in its own, that wouldn't have overly concerned me, but when you follow it up with
"Game Over
It's done. I'm done. It's over. "
Then you cannot possibly have not realised what people would think. If you make out you're going to kill yourself, then you don't get to complain when people panic and try to find out whether you did or not.
I did NOT rush into anything. Myself and maybe 6 other people who won't be named unless they choose to, discussed it for maybe 2 hours while we tried to find someone who had your address. We called Maj, we tried to find Spidey's number, and eventually we found someone who had your address. You weren't answering your phone, and this wasn't at 3am, it was maybe half an hour, 45 minutes after you made the post.
After a while, it was decided we shouldn't call the police/paramedics. So what we decided to do, and what I did, being the one in the same state, was call a suicide prevention helpline, to simply get some advice on the best course of action. I outlined the situation to the man on the phone, and he tried to call you and got no response. At that point, he told me he'd call me back and hung up. The next thing I knew, the police were on their way.
Seriously, I was up half the night convinced that if I did nothing it could have really bad consequences. And there is no way you could read those two posts and not see how I, and the other people who saw it, came to that conclusion. I was agonising over what to do, and if the people I was in the chat room with say something, they'll tell you that's true. I was terrified that I'd have everyone mad at me, be wasting police time or whatever, but the driving thought was that if I did nothing THINGS MIGHT BE WORSE.
Read your post again the way someone who didn't write it might, and stop getting pissed off at people for taking the only options open to them at the time.
" I haven't killed myself yet, no, but I really just... "
"There's nothing. No hope whatsoever. Not even the remotest posibility of things changing for me"
And in particular:
"This is it. I tried everything, and I fucking failed, and I have nothing left. I'm sorry. I'm really so fucking sorry, but I just can't go on. It's entirely, completely, not even possible for me to go on. I feel bad for Sarah, but she'll be fine. I was more enamored with her than she with me, anyway. That's how it always is. I'm used to it. I'm sorry, everybody. I really am. But I have NOTHING. NOTHING. NOT A GODDAMNED THING. So... There's no hope whatsoever. It's done. It's all done. I lose, God wins. Whatever. I'm fucked, I'm dead in the water, maybe literally dead, but I have no money and not even the remotest chance of money in my future, so I just can't live anymore.
I love you all, but this is the end of the line for me."
Now in its own, that wouldn't have overly concerned me, but when you follow it up with
"Game Over
It's done. I'm done. It's over. "
Then you cannot possibly have not realised what people would think. If you make out you're going to kill yourself, then you don't get to complain when people panic and try to find out whether you did or not.
I did NOT rush into anything. Myself and maybe 6 other people who won't be named unless they choose to, discussed it for maybe 2 hours while we tried to find someone who had your address. We called Maj, we tried to find Spidey's number, and eventually we found someone who had your address. You weren't answering your phone, and this wasn't at 3am, it was maybe half an hour, 45 minutes after you made the post.
After a while, it was decided we shouldn't call the police/paramedics. So what we decided to do, and what I did, being the one in the same state, was call a suicide prevention helpline, to simply get some advice on the best course of action. I outlined the situation to the man on the phone, and he tried to call you and got no response. At that point, he told me he'd call me back and hung up. The next thing I knew, the police were on their way.
Seriously, I was up half the night convinced that if I did nothing it could have really bad consequences. And there is no way you could read those two posts and not see how I, and the other people who saw it, came to that conclusion. I was agonising over what to do, and if the people I was in the chat room with say something, they'll tell you that's true. I was terrified that I'd have everyone mad at me, be wasting police time or whatever, but the driving thought was that if I did nothing THINGS MIGHT BE WORSE.
Read your post again the way someone who didn't write it might, and stop getting pissed off at people for taking the only options open to them at the time.