/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.18964545]

if you died today, would anyone miss you?

[Anonymous No.18964548]

My mom

[Anonymous No.18964549]

I don't care

[Anonymous No.18964554]

>>18964545
No, and that's a good thing.

[Anonymous No.18964571]

>>18964545
My family, some work colleagues, and the cute Dutch girl I’m speaking to would be, I think

[Anonymous No.18964582]

I often fantasize about making an incredibly pretentious and self-indulgent art film about my suicide.
It would be black and white, I would film myself jumping off of a tall building, the next shot being me splayed out like Christ on the cross with a trail of blood resembling the crown of thorns.
The rest of the film would be family and friends looking depressed, drinking themselves to stupor, all dialogue would be a variation of
>after anon’s death it feels like life has lost its spark, it’s richness
When critics lambast it at the Sundance festival I would tweet
>yeah but what films have YOU made?

[Anonymous No.18964584]

>>18964571
>and the cute Dutch girl I’m speaking to would be
I have bad news for you

[Anonymous No.18964598]

>>18964545
My mom. And a really small bunch of people I've met.
Somebody post that Pessoa poem, please.

[Anonymous No.18964648]

>>18964584
She wouldn’t care if I died? Surely they’re not that heartless over there…

[Anonymous No.18964683]

>>18964648
I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

[Anonymous No.18964735]

>>18964545
>Mourn not, my loved Andromache, for me
Too much; no man shall send me to the shades
Of Tartarus, ere mine allotted hour,
Nor lives he who can overpass the date
By heaven assign’d him, be he base or brave.
Go then, and occupy content at home
The woman’s province; ply the distaff, spin
And weave, and task thy maidens. War belongs
To man; to all men; and of all who first
Drew vital breath in Ilium, most to me. He ceased, and from the ground his helmet raised
Hair-crested; his Andromache, at once
Obedient, to her home repair’d, but oft
Turn’d as she went, and, turning, wept afresh.

[࿇ C Œ M G E N V S ࿇ !KNDY3cHnRY No.18964799]

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE MISSED?

[Anonymous No.18964856]

If nobody would miss me it would be much simpler. It would legit ruin my mum's life and she's the lifeblood of a hospital, so I'd be fucking with all sorts of people. My brothers' careers would be sunk when they're just taking off. Even the girl that left me would feel it was her fault. My one literary friend might have no one left to talk to properly. Despite all this, I still want to die every day. I'm a selfish man, I'm a sick man

[Anonymous No.18964940]

A million days after I died nobody would definitely miss me, or even know I ever existed. So what difference does it make?

[Anonymous No.18965112]

>>18964545
Probably not, and I'm happy. I hate everyone around me.

[Anonymous No.18965141]

>>18964856
Call yer mum m8

[Anonymous No.18965144]

>>18964545
Not /lit/
Sage

[Anonymous No.18965153]

>>18964545
My cat would end up in the street where she'd be run over, or euthanized in a shelter. I cannot die

[Anonymous No.18965174]

>>18964545
My mother. Others i’m not sure if they would be affected long-term

[Anonymous No.18965187]

Family, gf, and 4 or 5 friends. Maybe a couple online accquaintances but they'd be able to forget quickly.
What does this have to do with literature?

[SAGE No.18965571]

It has nothing to do with literature twat
>>r9k

[Anonymous No.18965579]

yes unfortunately

[Anonymous No.18965884]

>>18964545
No
fuck off

[Anonymous No.18965891]

>>18965884
I would miss you anon

[Anonymous No.18965896]

>>18964545
my mom loves me :)

[Anonymous No.18965909]

>>18965891
Bro...

[Anonymous No.18965927]

My mom, my cute Portuguese wife. It breaks my heart that my beagle and my dachshund would never understand why I'd never show up again :(