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Experiment What do you think about death?

Death.

  • It would come as a liberation to me, due to unhappiness

    Votes: 29 34.9%
  • I fear eternal oblivion

    Votes: 16 19.3%
  • I fear a hell or some other kind of suffering after death

    Votes: 13 15.7%
  • I cope by never thinking about it

    Votes: 8 9.6%
  • I like the idea of dying because I'm religious

    Votes: 2 2.4%
  • I like the idea of dying for other reason

    Votes: 4 4.8%
  • I am completely neutral (assuming this is possible)

    Votes: 11 13.3%

  • Total voters
    83
sometimes its scary sometimes i want to die
 
I fear death, as i suffer from GAD.
 
Wish I had the nerve to kill myself!
 
I am not religious but i fear i may suffer after i die. I don't know with my luck hell migh exist....
This
If I knew for a fact that death was just pure nothingness, no feeling, no sensation, no emotion, no sense of anything, I wouldn’t make it to 22
 
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Neutral, our consciousness and sentience comes from our brain after all. Either I die or not I have no idea how to feel because we humans or any creature, cannot comprehend or know what's there after death.

Why should I care about something that is not meant for me or any being on this realm to understand?
 
I think about just ending it and roping all the time. Holding off because I'm so close to being able to surgerymaxx. If that fails, I'll just rope.
 
I am not afraid of dying, and I do not fear the process of death. I'm excited and soothed by the idea that, one day, my body will decompose into the earth.



cope cope cope
 
I like the idea of dying, hope its quiet so I don't have to hear people talking.
 
Freedom, but not mine, but to the people who have held me hostage all my life, they have chained me in a perpetual state of apathy and solitude, have twisted my best moments on this earth in imperfect memories that only break more and more, have created incorrigible routes for any joy that I felt, they slipped into dopamine while my delirium gave them deafening laughter, their search for their psychopathic and sickly side always brought them to me like flies to practice their divine power of continuous torment and eviscerating torture, until they made me walk crooked aimless, like a broken man. I want them to feel it, I want them to know that nothing that they did it have gone away, it only took up more and more space and never left, with overwhelming repercussions on what already existed but is no longer here, I want their blood.
 

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