Poison isn't such a great idea, as far as I can see. There's a good chance of just vomiting it up or blowing one's kidneys out and ending up hospitalized.

Skydiving is something I've always wanted to try, and I hear that most schools let you jump solo after a few jumps with instructors. Forgetting to pull the ripcord could look accidental, which would greatly ease any burden on my family.

The borrowing huge sums of money thing is a fine idea. Interest rate? Who gives a fuck? The Mozilla Foundation would get most of the dough, by the way. I don't think I could go the prostitute route; I like women too much to rent one.

I've already tried all the drugs I can think of, and would prefer to go out sober.

As far as my reasons for dying and a little about myself: I don't want to say too much as I'm trying to remain as anonymous as possible here.

I'm 30 years old, male, and American. For the last 15 years I have had fairly severe and untreated depression. After a decade and a half of finding abolutely no joy in life, I'm giving up. I don't remember what it's like to be happy, and have no prospects for happiness. I have no friends and my family does not like me, both of these are due to my inability to relate to others. People can't understand that I refuse to get ahead in life because I simply do not care for what life has to offer. Indifference has a very alienating effect on ones peers.

Boy, that last bit makes me seem like a real complainer.

I'll admit this whole journal posting / new slashdot thing is really pathetic, but since I can't post this on my regular weblog without people getting on my case about it, it goes here.