Why did JongHyun Kill Himself? BlackPill perspective on it?

[ghostcell]

Did you guys see that the lead singer of the korean boyband SHINee committed suicide? He was forreal a pretty boy, girls screaming for him everywhere he goes, mega popular around the world, handsome, good voice, rich.

Yet he was still depressed as shit and killed himself.

What the fuck happened??

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/dec/19/k-pop-singer-jonghyun-death-shinee-pressures-of-stardom 


Seems to me like for those people that are mental cels (myself included but im way uglier than this guy of course as well) it's over no matter what you accomplish.... You will always feel like crap

 

[Solitarian_Walker]

Gay.

 

[CopingGymcel]

Gay.

 

[ghostcell]

Cope response

 

[Homosapicuckus]

His fame was bigger than his frame.

 

[lostcel]

read his suicide note, its a bunch of cryptic nonsense tbh. something about how they say its his personality and how he couldnt escape the negativity. the fuck does any of that even mean? probably a mentalcel

 

[ghostcell]

read his suicide note, its a bunch of cryptic nonsense tbh. something about how they say its his personality and how he couldnt escape the negativity. the fuck does any of that even mean? probably a mentalcel

thats fucked up though. im a mentalcel too.

if im like him, no matter what i will ever achieve, ill always feel the same. thats fucking bullshit actually...

dont know whats stopping me from roping (srs)

all i look forward to is red dead redemption 2 and ending of game of thrones maybe consider it after that

 

[lostcel]

read his suicide note, its a bunch of cryptic nonsense tbh. something about how they say its his personality and how he couldnt escape the negativity. the fuck does any of that even mean? probably a mentalcel

thats fucked up though. im a mentalcel too.
if im like him, no matter what i will ever achieve, ill always feel the same. thats fucking bullshit actually...
dont know whats stopping me from roping (srs)
all i look forward to is red dead redemption 2 and ending of game of thrones maybe consider it after that

this is his suicide note:

I was broken from the inside.

The depression slowly chipped me away, finally devouring me.

I could not beat the negativity.

I hated myself. Even though I tried so hard demanding my memories that kept getting cut off to ‘wake up,’ all I got in return was silence.

I’d rather stop if I cannot breathe.

I asked who could be responsible for me.

You’re the only one.

I felt utterly alone.

It is easy to say “I’m going to end it.”

It is very difficult to actually go through with it.

I’ve been struggling through the difficulty.

I told myself that it’s just me wanting to run away from everything.

It’s true. I really did want to run away.

From me.

From you.

I asked, “Who’s there?” It’s me. It’s me again. And it’s me the third time.

I asked, “Why do I keep on losing my memory?” They said it’s due to my personality. I see. It’s all my fault.

I wanted someone to notice (my suffering), but no one knew. Of course, they wouldn’t. They never met me before.

I asked why people live. Just. Just. They live “just because.”

If I ask why people died, they would probably say they couldn’t bear it any longer.

Troubling thoughts flooded my head. I never got the chance to learn how to change dull pain into pure joy.

Pain is just pain.

I kept reprimanding myself not to do so.

Why? Why can’t I even end my life with my own will?

I tried figuring out the reasons for my pain and suffering.

I already had the answer. I was in pain because of me. It’s all my fault that I carry so many imperfections.

Teacher, is this what you wanted to hear?

No. I didn’t do anything wrong.

I used to think that it’s so easy for doctors to blame your personality for the suffering in their calm voice.

It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.

The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”

Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.

I wanted to do it for me.

Please don’t say things you don’t know.

How could you ask me to still look for reasons behind my pain? I told you multiple times why I’m suffering. Do I need more reasons to be in pain? More dramatic details in my stories? More stories even?

I told you already. Were you absent-minded when I told you? Things you can bear and even come above do not leave scars.

It wasn’t my responsibility to go against the world.

It wasn’t my path to become world-famous.

That’s why they say it’s hard to go against the world and to become famous. Why did I choose this path? It’s quite funny now that I think about it.

It’s a miracle that I endured through it all this time.

What more can I say. Just tell me “good job.”

You did great. Tell me I suffered enough.

Even though you can’t laugh right now, just don’t send me off blaming me.

Good job.

You suffered a great deal.

Good-bye.

 

[ghostcell]

this is his suicide note:

I was broken from the inside.

The depression slowly chipped me away, finally devouring me.

I could not beat the negativity.

I hated myself. Even though I tried so hard demanding my memories that kept getting cut off to ‘wake up,’ all I got in return was silence.

I’d rather stop if I cannot breathe.

I asked who could be responsible for me.

You’re the only one.

I felt utterly alone.

It is easy to say “I’m going to end it.”

It is very difficult to actually go through with it.

I’ve been struggling through the difficulty.

I told myself that it’s just me wanting to run away from everything.

It’s true. I really did want to run away.

From me.

From you.

I asked, “Who’s there?” It’s me. It’s me again. And it’s me the third time.

I asked, “Why do I keep on losing my memory?” They said it’s due to my personality. I see. It’s all my fault.

I wanted someone to notice (my suffering), but no one knew. Of course, they wouldn’t. They never met me before.

I asked why people live. Just. Just. They live “just because.”

If I ask why people died, they would probably say they couldn’t bear it any longer.

Troubling thoughts flooded my head. I never got the chance to learn how to change dull pain into pure joy.

Pain is just pain.

I kept reprimanding myself not to do so.

Why? Why can’t I even end my life with my own will?

I tried figuring out the reasons for my pain and suffering.

I already had the answer. I was in pain because of me. It’s all my fault that I carry so many imperfections.

Teacher, is this what you wanted to hear?

No. I didn’t do anything wrong.

I used to think that it’s so easy for doctors to blame your personality for the suffering in their calm voice.

It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.

The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”

Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.

I wanted to do it for me.

Please don’t say things you don’t know.

How could you ask me to still look for reasons behind my pain? I told you multiple times why I’m suffering. Do I need more reasons to be in pain? More dramatic details in my stories? More stories even?

I told you already. Were you absent-minded when I told you? Things you can bear and even come above do not leave scars.

It wasn’t my responsibility to go against the world.

It wasn’t my path to become world-famous.

That’s why they say it’s hard to go against the world and to become famous. Why did I choose this path? It’s quite funny now that I think about it.

It’s a miracle that I endured through it all this time.

What more can I say. Just tell me “good job.”

You did great. Tell me I suffered enough.

Even though you can’t laugh right now, just don’t send me off blaming me.

Good job.

You suffered a great deal.

Good-bye.

Lol even though it sounds edgy and cryptic i can relate though, if u are a mental cel then you feel like this all the time. im 22 now i hoped it would get better soon but fuck man 5 more years of that i dont even know if ill make it as far as he did

 

[Akarin]

Depression is depression, if you're sad you're sad no matter how trivial are your reasons and nobody can relate. I want to kill mysfaelf over 9000 times a day but suicide is pathetic, I don't give a fuck about my family but I won't die until my every happy peer will be dead. Their deaths and misery is my life fuel.

 

[ghostcell]

Depression is depression, if you're sad you're sad no matter how trivial are your reasons and nobody can relate. I want to kill mysfaelf over 9000 times a day but suicide is pathetic, I don't give a fuck about my family but I won't die until my every happy peer will be dead. Their deaths and misery is my life fuel.

Damn thats one line of reasoning i never thought about, you are truly evil. A warlock of incels of some sorts.

 

[jagged0]

He dealt with depression since he was a kid, the fame and pressure that came from being famous was too much for him to handle so that's what made him ultimately decide to end his life.

 

[lostcel]

Lol even though it sounds edgy and cryptic i can relate though, if u are a mental cel then you feel like this all the time. im 22 now i hoped it would get better soon but fuck man 5 more years of that i dont even know if ill make it as far as he did

he was a true mentalcel until the end, the type that can't be fixed through any real world circumstances, i think the most telling lines are these ones...

It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.

The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”

Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.

he had no meaning in life and couldn't find a purpose. this is obvious, there is no purpose in life we just live to live. he was never satisfied even though he had way more than any incel here, this type of thinking will land you in the red zone. you gotta have goals and if u accomplish u should feel satisfied and content. if u dont ur being a mentalcel

 

[ghostcell]

he was a true mentalcel until the end, the type that can't be fixed through any real world circumstances, i think the most telling lines are these ones...

It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.

The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”

Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.

he had no meaning in life and couldn't find a purpose. this is obvious, there is no purpose in life we just live to live. he was never satisfied even though he had way more than any incel here, this type of thinking will land you in the red zone. you gotta have goals and if u accomplish u should feel satisfied and content. if u dont ur being a mentalcel

how do you do that though?

I almost died last summer cause my appendix ruptured, got my stomach infected and antibiotics didnt work, took me 2 weeks on life support to get over it.

Even in those worst weeks I tried to come up with ANY reason or purpose to live and I couldnt.

if u are a true mentalcel, how can you even cure it. all the goals seem copes

 

[Akarin]

Damn thats one line of reasoning i never thought about, you are truly evil. A warlock of incels of some sorts.

I will never hurt anyone until they deserve, I hate seeing anyone getting hurt physically and verbaly, even women. I'm always helpful for people in need and very often give food to homeless. But I'm also very bitter inside, and if someone happy gets for some reason unhappy that makes my face smiling. I love young couples dying in car crashes, pretty women getting cancer and people commiting suicide over their gfs and boyfriends (yeah like that happen). I wasn't born evil, the world made me that way.

 

[lostcel]

he was a true mentalcel until the end, the type that can't be fixed through any real world circumstances, i think the most telling lines are these ones...
It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.
The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”
Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.
he had no meaning in life and couldn't find a purpose. this is obvious, there is no purpose in life we just live to live. he was never satisfied even though he had way more than any incel here, this type of thinking will land you in the red zone. you gotta have goals and if u accomplish u should feel satisfied and content. if u dont ur being a mentalcel

how do you do that though?
I almost died last summer cause my appendix ruptured, got my stomach infected and antibiotics didnt work, took me 2 weeks on life support to get over it.
Even in those worst weeks I tried to come up with ANY reason or purpose to live and I couldnt.
if u are a true mentalcel, how can you even cure it. all the goals seem copes

well if u look at everything as a cope then thats ur problem, everything anyone does is a cope, sex is a cope, money is a cope, friends are a cope, but these are good and enjoyable copes, life is meaningless though, doesnt matter what cope you chose. just do what makes you happy nonetheless. you gotta find which cope works for you.

 

[ghostcell]

well if u look at everything as a cope then thats ur problem, everything anyone does is a cope, sex is a cope, money is a cope, friends are a cope, but these are good and enjoyable copes, life is meaningless though, doesnt matter what cope you chose. just do what makes you happy nonetheless. you gotta find which cope works for you.

even if i try not to look at things that way, my brain perceives it that way anyway.... 
thats why i cant enjoy anything..

last year i took a trip to the other side of the world.
but even standing in front of those awesome sights, i didnt feel anything more than looking at google images
because it is meaningless without people to share it with

 

[lostcel]

well if u look at everything as a cope then thats ur problem, everything anyone does is a cope, sex is a cope, money is a cope, friends are a cope, but these are good and enjoyable copes, life is meaningless though, doesnt matter what cope you chose. just do what makes you happy nonetheless. you gotta find which cope works for you.

even if i try not to look at things that way, my brain perceives it that way anyway....
thats why i cant enjoy anything..
last year i took a trip to the other side of the world.
but even standing in front of those awesome sights, i didnt feel anything more than looking at google images
because it is meaningless without people to share it with

its true those types of things became rather dull without people to enjoy them with, and life becomes very dull. thats why im working on building up a social circle and going out more. one of the number one goals in life should be to build meaningful relationships with people, it will make ur life a lot easier to handle.

do you have many freinds or family? who do you live with.

 

[ghostcell]

its true those types of things became rather dull without people to enjoy them with, and life becomes very dull. thats why im working on building up a social circle and going out more. one of the number one goals in life should be to build meaningful relationships with people, it will make ur life a lot easier to handle.

do you have many freinds or family? who do you live with.

i live with my parents.

but my dad is sick. and my mom argues a lot with him because she cant do anything fun with him anymore.

i dont have many friends, only bullies who pose as friends. last night. i deleted facebook,, because i couldnt take the criticism and bullying anymore.

and later i will tell the whatsapp guys group to fuck off, never bother me again..

it is the nuclear option............... but i couldnt take it anymore......

so i dont have friends. and my parents have their own problems.
that is the situation right now... i hope i can make a new start after i graduate my masters degree in summer.......

 

[BakaHapa]

Asian girls are probably rejecting him over a white Chad.

 

[WarmIncelation]

i live with my parents.

but my dad is sick. and my mom argues a lot with him because she cant do anything fun with him anymore.

i dont have many friends, only bullies who pose as friends. last night. i deleted facebook,, because i couldnt take the criticism and bullying anymore.

and later i will tell the whatsapp guys group to fuck off, never bother me again..

it is the nuclear option............... but i couldnt take it anymore......

so i dont have friends. and my parents have their own problems.
that is the situation right now... i hope i can make a new start after i graduate my masters degree in summer.......

What are you studying ?

 

[NekoStance]

Sounds like incel wasn't even something he could comprehend

legit alien compared to us, from 2 different worlds

who knows what was going through his head

 

[ghostcell]

What are you studying ?

Information Management and i have a bsc in economics and accounting & finance

 

[modus_coperandi]

I asked my myself the same when David Foster Wallace offed himself. He wasn't good-looking but people considered him to be the greatest writer of our generation. But depression is depression and as a fellow mentalcel I can totally see his point. He wrote about his suicide:

"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."

 

[RREEEEEEEEE]

I shed a tear and I didn't even know him.

 

[ghostcell]

I asked my myself the same when David Foster Wallace offed himself. He wasn't good-looking but people considered him to be the greatest writer of our generation. But depression is depression and as a fellow mentalcel I can totally see his point. He wrote about his suicide:

"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."

Damn thats deep

 

[RREEEEEEEEE]

this is his suicide note:

I was broken from the inside.

The depression slowly chipped me away, finally devouring me.

I could not beat the negativity.

I hated myself. Even though I tried so hard demanding my memories that kept getting cut off to ‘wake up,’ all I got in return was silence.

I’d rather stop if I cannot breathe.

I asked who could be responsible for me.

You’re the only one.

I felt utterly alone.

It is easy to say “I’m going to end it.”

It is very difficult to actually go through with it.

I’ve been struggling through the difficulty.

I told myself that it’s just me wanting to run away from everything.

It’s true. I really did want to run away.

From me.

From you.

I asked, “Who’s there?” It’s me. It’s me again. And it’s me the third time.

I asked, “Why do I keep on losing my memory?” They said it’s due to my personality. I see. It’s all my fault.

I wanted someone to notice (my suffering), but no one knew. Of course, they wouldn’t. They never met me before.

I asked why people live. Just. Just. They live “just because.”

If I ask why people died, they would probably say they couldn’t bear it any longer.

Troubling thoughts flooded my head. I never got the chance to learn how to change dull pain into pure joy.

Pain is just pain.

I kept reprimanding myself not to do so.

Why? Why can’t I even end my life with my own will?

I tried figuring out the reasons for my pain and suffering.

I already had the answer. I was in pain because of me. It’s all my fault that I carry so many imperfections.

Teacher, is this what you wanted to hear?

No. I didn’t do anything wrong.

I used to think that it’s so easy for doctors to blame your personality for the suffering in their calm voice.

It surprises me how I am feeling this much pain. Those people, who have suffered worse than I, seem to go on living perfectly fine. Those weaker than I am live on as well. I guess not. Among the living, there is no one who is suffering worse and no one who is weaker.

The only answer I got back was “just live nevertheless.”

Asking the purpose of life more than one hundred times is not for me. It’s for you.

I wanted to do it for me.

Please don’t say things you don’t know.

How could you ask me to still look for reasons behind my pain? I told you multiple times why I’m suffering. Do I need more reasons to be in pain? More dramatic details in my stories? More stories even?

I told you already. Were you absent-minded when I told you? Things you can bear and even come above do not leave scars.


It wasn’t my responsibility to go against the world.

It wasn’t my path to become world-famous.

That’s why they say it’s hard to go against the world and to become famous. Why did I choose this path? It’s quite funny now that I think about it.

It’s a miracle that I endured through it all this time.

What more can I say. Just tell me “good job.”

You did great. Tell me I suffered enough.

Even though you can’t laugh right now, just don’t send me off blaming me.

Good job.

You suffered a great deal.

Good-bye.

Ouch.

 

[lostcel]

Asian girls are probably rejecting him over a white Chad.

i strongly strongly doubt his problems had to do with anything like this, incels can only see things through their own lens of the world

 

[Indari]

chemical imbalance. he was top 1%

 

[whogivesafucc]

Fuck him lol. I'm as mentalcel as it gets but he's just complaining about bullshit. If I was him for a month, I'd live like a fucking king and do a billion things, but no, he was "depressed" apparently.