Hey guys. You may or may not know that our 'friend' Joanna Hopkinson has been posting on Facebook recently trying to belittle depressed people on some suicide forum, making fun of the fact they're suffering and what not and saying they don't really know what suffering is. I've checked the suicide forum myself and even though I'm not a member, the forum is clearly full of very vulnerable people so I don't know why fatty's being so mean AGAIN? And she must have no understanding of suffering herself because why would you say things like that if you did…? Lmao So I think it's time she felt suffering in the form of having a mirror put in front of herself and being shown how she comes across. Be sure to send this around Jo's circle! If Jo's going to try and mock random suicidal people we should all just bully her right back. Oh and enjoy the story btw! ;D

Joanna Hopkinson had never seen anything like it.

Her eyes narrowed as she analyzed the Sanctioned Suicide forum. Post upon post of well-wishes of members to others saying their intention to die. Where was the real fucking support, thought Jo "Hoppy"? In her view of the world, and she had lived in some dodgy parts of it, namely Leeds. She believed if someone wanted to commit suicide, they could not be of rational mind and needed to be committed to a psych ward. There was the real support, Joanna thought like a generic armchair politician. What was the point of Sanctioned Suicide? She didn't mind older adults dying, because that would include herself, and she already self-harmed with cannabis on a daily basis and flogging her fat ass on Facebook all day long to a following of entitled lefties, and committed self-harm on her dignity and class right on the open net.

She clicked on a Goodbye topic, on this "Sanctioned Suicide" forum. It was a post by a member saying they were using the "SN" method and were about to die. Other members wishing them luck.

Joanna's lips tightened. Her pouchy face expanded even more than usual. Her Asian looking eyes eyes shot to her forehead. She steamed like a kettle with fury. Her unusually shaped jaw twisted while the rest of her round face, which her eyes took up an abnormal amount of, swelled.

She had become aware of this site because someone in Leeds had lost her adult son to this forum (basically he committed suicide and happened to be a member so it was the forum's fault). Joanna was so deeply ingrained within social media, she had lost all mental capacity to do her own research and make independent thoughts. Her body and soul now belonged to whatever was the social norm. Because a pro-choice view on dying wasn't a social norm, Jo immediately objected to it. Voluntary euthanasia for terminally ill people was majority held view, so she supported that. But this was something else…..

"I WANT THIS WEBSITE SHUT DOWN!" screamed Jo, running throughout the house. "I WANT IT – SHUT – DOWN!"

Prima Joanna succumbed to the toilet and let out an enormous fart of indignity. This was followed by a bout of diarrhea. Whilst Joanna felt the soft lava trickle between her enormous buttcheeks, she descended a finger to her no no area and began to finger herself. What to think about this time? Thought Joanna.

"Pro-life support forums…" said Joanna. "Aaaah, yeah… people in domestic violence situations not being able to escape their suffering… people with trauma or PTSD… people with depression…" she pictured them all suffering in their homes in lockdown, with no way out of their hell. And laughed evilly as she got off to every single social demographic she could think of, deprived of their death wish.

Joanna flushed and eventually the degenerate loser realised her lower half was stuck inside the toilet bowl. She was too fat to get out. She was trapped.

Several days passed. Joanna was gasping for water and fresh air. Not so much food though she had plenty of reserves.

Nobody had noticed Joanna was gone because nobody really cared, and she hadn't been able to contact anyone because her phone was on top of the sink out of reach.

Joanna stretched once more for her phone. If she could only…

Google how to kill herself…

That night, Joanna took her final breath, unable to escape her final prison that she was submerged in.

"I believe," she whispered, "in Sanctioned Suicide."

Joanna Hopkinson not so peacefully or painlessly, died.

The End.