I used to believe in the nobility of suicide. Free will was this beautiful cup that offered anything you could be bothered to do; the power to quit all power was zenithistic in extremis (big). Gotta cover the bases of all beliefs. Post factum 0 is covered. Pure hell as a punishment rules out all but the stupid: at best it'll be identical. It's never as bad as you expect though, so the gambler might want to risk hell on the off-chance. Suicide cult with heaven as a reward for dying, or suicide isn't a sin, all within a Judeo-Christian framework suggest a nice shiny heaven. Fine. Not very noble though. Reincarnation suggests fucked karma for cheating, and a lesser life. Worst case scenario: to come back as you again.
Tony: Hey Moose.
Moose: Hey Tony.
T: So, Moose, how's that reincarnation thing working out for you?
M: Just swell Tony.
T: No downsides?
M: Not a one.
T: What's it like being both called Moose and a moose?
M: I'm not a moose, I'm a caribou.
T: Sorry Moose. You're a product of your environment.
M: Believe.
T: I think I'm in on that whole reincarnation thing.
M: You believe?
T: I rely on the empirical evidence.
M: Which is...?
T: You for one. Me for two.
M: You, Tony?
T: Me, Moose. I keep dying. I keep coming back as me.
M: Boy, must your craw be rankled.
T: It is Moose, it certainly is.
I'm down with that whole post factum 0 scene, and hence the prior belief that suicide was noble (synonymous with stupid if you hide behind cowardice). Changes, problems: any fuckbrain with a razor can do it. It's too fucking easy. With no consequences, maybe (as insinuated above), the true pain of true people is trivialised by bored fools. You can't surpass power by stopping it if you never used it in the first place, it just doesn't work like that.
You're pained, you want to die, you want me to deem you noble. Kill yourself with nail scissors. Want it. Any fool can slice but to nick and hack with tiny nail scissors shows commitment. Once more with feeling; have a little pride, sin that it is. Make plate-spinning and scab-picking to die congruous. If you leave any message, make it the one that you really wanted this, that you didn't want to cry any more. Kill yourself with matches. (Always want, never need. Too easy. Earn). Burn yourself bit by bit, you'll pass out from the pain, that's to be expected. Make sure you know what you're doing, wake up and continue. Bodies have limits, find yours and push it until you die. Make your room fireproof, strip yourself naked. Don't cheat. Die slowly, earn it. You want to die, show yourself how much you want to die (some people are selfish); make it last, know your.
Killing yourself is always the answer. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar, a coward, and probably doesn't exist anyway. They want it but less than you. You are a beautiful person, you know what to do. Mantra: The dice slowly, the desire.