Wow. Just, wow. (or, MySpace never fails to deliver the crazy.)

[uw_madtown]

First off, yes, this is jacked from a SomethingAwful thread. I don't regularly read there, but happened to wander my way over this morning for some reason.

Apparently some emo teen sent out the following bulletin to all his MySpace friends:

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Date: Nov 29, 2005 8:14 AM
Subject: do me a favore....
Body: call the police.
adress: Abadejo, Mission Viejo, CA 92692.
tell them to go down the hall to the bathrooom.
im soo sorry<3

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There's now 3 pages of RIP comments from his 500 friends. So far no one at SA was able to confirm or refute that this is a for-real internet suicide. But it'd take one hell of a lot of work to fake all these comments, so I'm assuming that they're real, and since it's been a couple days since the message you'd think something somewhere would note if he didn't succeed, or if he faked it.

As for my personal feelings on it, suicide in general isn't something to be taken lightly, either in response to a suicide or dealing with the issue in general. But just looking at this guy's photos, and MySpace, he definitely falls into the pathetic EMOKID template. So as for this specific instance, I cannot help but agree with this SA post:

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Please. We're not talking about Mary [censored]' Poppins going through a sudden and anomalous bout of depression after losing a particularly adorable puppy or something. We're talking about someone who went way the [censored] out of their way to make being sad his hobby. Every time his mom took him to the Gap, he'd veto every shirt she wanted him to try on, saying he wanted, `A sadder one'. Each week he'd ask his barber---sorry, his hair [censored] stylist or, Angels and Ministers of Grace preserve us, his coiffure chauffeur---to make his hair just a little bit sadder. He spent most of his time on his sad little MySpace page exchanging sad thoughtlets with his sad friends, arranging times to have sad meetings at their favourite sad club where they could sadly shake their sad hair at each other while doing their sad dances. Every night he'd probably have a sad little orgasm while sadly beating off his sad little cock, imagining his sad non-girlfriend sadly putting on enough sad, black eyeliner to make Alice [censored]' Cooper shake his head sadly.

In other words: No. This is not just a case of someone being dissatisfied with their material comforts. This is a [censored]' pro-league collector-of-sad completing his [censored]' sad collection. Picture me doing the goddamn hamster dance on his grave. De de do do do-do do-do, you dead, sad, dumb [censored], you.

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