Name: Shen Ke (C.K)

Gender: Female

Constellation: Libra

Blood type: Type B

Hometown: Hunan

Birthday: October 22, 1987

Sexuality: bisexual, engaging in spiritual love with the opposite sex, and physical intercourse with the same sex.

She is a pharmacist, a Gothic woman,

a small face with a pointed chin,

a black scorpion tattoo on the left side of her face,

She said,

I will die again and again,

to prove that life is endless.

Time: February 13, 2008.

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Place: Hospital

Process: Unplug the infusion tube.

Cause of death: Suicide by playing methamphetamine and sent to the hospital to unplug the infusion tube by yourself

C.K Death

Place: Hospital

Process: Pull out the infusion tube.

Cause of death: Suicide

c.k In his final despair,

Took more than 80 sleeping pills,

Also injected methamphetamine

Used a dagger to repeatedly cut his thighs and wrists

Among them There was a knife-deep cut into the bone on his wrist.

But he was discovered by his aunt around 9 a.m. the next day.

The suicide attempt was unsuccessful.

He was taken away by an ambulance. Arrived at the doctor.

The first night after the rescue was successful.

She chose suicide again. The IV tube was removed.

About C.K

Her grandfather is Irish, and she is one-quarter Irish.

To be honest, she looks a bit scary and makes people afraid to approach her.

Actually, she is very cute.

It is a pity that she died.

She is actually quite talented.

Many record companies have approached her, but for some reason they didn’t know about her until her death.

She is a pharmacist and a gothic woman.

She has a small face and a pointed chin.

There is a black scorpion tattooed on the left side of her face.

I once had five holes drilled at once,

one eyebrow nail, one tongue nail, two lip nails,

and a terrifying nipple nail .

She said:

I will die again and again to prove that life is endless.

Her voice is very special and her lyrics are very special.

She, C.K/Shen Ke, has a special name,

A special surname, and a special fascination with death.

In short, she is special.

Let us miss C.K and that mysterious woman.

C.K’s last diary

My stomach hurts.

He was sitting in a soft chair with a weird posture.

My whole body was covered in sweat.

Probably hungry.

I stood up and went to find some baking soda biscuits.

My stomach became more cramped.

He rushed into the bathroom and retched.

Can't spit anything out.

I can only squat down and pick my throat out of habit.

As soon as I put my finger in, I felt nauseated.

I finally spit out a little bit, and the gastric juice lubricated my esophagus.

I just want to spit out this discomfort.

After picking for a minute or two, my fingertips became harder and harder.

There are drops of blood on the white tiles.

I don’t know if my nails pierced my throat or if I was bleeding from the nose.

Anyway, blood began to pour out of the throat and nose, mixed with stomach acid and filth, gurgling out.

His face and hands were covered in blood and saliva.

I was a little hysterical. I just wanted to vomit everything in my stomach, so that I could feel better.

When I stood up, my vision went dark.

Staggeringly, he leaned against the wall for a while.

He stared at his embarrassed self in the bathroom mirror.

This scene is repeated every day almost every year.

So tired.

What holiday is today?

It seems to be New Year’s Eve.

Fireworks are being set off everywhere, and the night outside the window shines like day.

Ears, but can't hear any sound.

The nosebleeds are still flowing.

Slide it across the corners of your mouth, along your chin and onto your collarbone and chest.

It tastes fishy and sweet.

I washed my face with cold water.

With his neck raised and motionless, he finally stopped the nosebleed.

Go back to the room.

Online.

The dim light of the computer.

Looking at the little jokes about Mr. Bai and Mrs. Bai written in her signature.

Looking at her still gray profile for a long time.

I cried suddenly.

What C.K said to everyone

Excerpted from c.k space

I am neither an artist nor a public figure, so I don’t need to tolerate anyone or please anyone. Especially when it's just a network.

Just take a look if you like, and get out if you think you don’t agree.

I will always delete those who deliberately make trouble for me on Q.

I will always delete those who say things I don’t want to hear in this space.

Whether you have a personality or not is none of my business.

I didn’t mess with you. I just sleepwalked in my own little territory and never messed with anyone.

If you scratch me with your claws, I can kick you out at any time.

I didn’t bother you, could you please stop bothering me too.

Some people added me to brag about your so-called music, so-called HIPHOP, and so-called rock and roll.

Sorry, I'm not interested in any of the above.

To be precise, I don’t hate music, I hate most of these self-righteous rock and roll fans.

Everyone imagines that they have the sharpest, most talented, and most tempered opinions in the world. However, your extraordinary talent has not been discovered, and you are full of extreme opinions and are stupid and degenerate.

It’s okay for you to be vain and self-delusional, but you still have to make me agree with you.

If I am slow to reply to a message, I will make you yell at me. Isn’t it hurting your liver?

So maybe I can't respond to your excitement and enthusiasm, which makes you feel that your self-esteem is hurt, and you angrily attack me personally,

or take the initiative to delete me, and do the same to your circle. The cute children’s circle of friends spread the word about how boring she is because CK talked to you today and you ignored her.

Okay then just stay there.

You see, I am as empty as you. I go to your place to pull a bunch of non-nutritious things, and then I quickly sneak back and spread bad things about you to my friends.

How about making up some story, preferably one in which I secretly admired your graceful demeanor and lost control of it hysterically, so you had to accidentally have an affair with me.

What do you want to prove?

Prove that you are the embodiment of light and justice.

It still proves that you are Godzilla, the darkest, sexiest and most invincible in the world of darkness.

Transformers for you.

I really can’t learn to take you seriously. For the group mentioned above.

Love so and so.

Then about this space.

To some well-intentioned friends,

If you like this, you are welcome to come here at any time. It may not make you happy here, but at least it can give you a moment of peace.

I've noticed everyone here.

Thank you for every little blessing and greeting you left.

And I sincerely hope that when you leave, you will not take away the negativity here, and this place will not take away your happiness and fulfillment.

I love being able to read everyone in this little room.

So I am willing to open the door only to these people and let my good friends feel the short-term warmth in this small piece of illusory black.

Even if it’s just a second. Then it's valuable to me.

For some friends who are overly curious or overly heroic,

I have to explain here that I am indeed a sensitive and suspicious person. Especially online.

I am definitely not as mysterious as you think, I just talk too much to myself. To put it simply, I still want to eat and drink when I’m away from the computer.

So you may have read one of my diaries sometimes, or you may have seen a photo that made you question me.

You will be surprised. Start asking questions.

The starting point may be concern, pure curiosity, sarcasm, sympathy,

No matter what it is, you will definitely find that I am not so friendly to you.

Because, quite simply, I hate talking about emotions. Especially since we haven't gotten to know each other very well yet.

I don’t care what you think when you ask the question, your question will hurt my self-esteem.

So, if you have questions to ask in the future, just want to chat, or want to make friends during adolescence, it is recommended not to add me on QQ.

I'm afraid your impression will be ruined.

Sorry, I may not be who you imagined. It is indeed not that easy to get along with.

To be precise, I really belong to the super star type. I'll look down on you if you put a period too many times.

And it seems that all my friends who have known me for a long time know that once I get to know someone, I have a bad temper, behave violently, and speak obscenely.

I suggest you stop “getting to know” me. Will regret it.

3. Regarding the background songs, please, please stop asking me if you want to stop.

There are also the names of the first two songs M and C. I swear on my whole family that I really don’t know what they are called.

4. I will never put anything else into this space.

So obviously, all the pictures and words you see here must be my own.

Then please don’t put my things in your own place again,

Then you came here to tell me out of guilt that you saw them used elsewhere. , and looked like an idiot saying "Wow, what a coincidence."

This is very low-level.

Of course, compared to some people who magically think that I am blind, just under my nose, hiding in my Q for a long time,

Use my latest photo diary information regularly and immediately People who wait to stuff things into their rooms are indeed a bit more advanced.

Finally, if it is still useful, I will say it again

If you want to reprint anything here, please leave a message if possible.

If it belongs to the low-key or shy category, please indicate the author when reprinting.

I don’t say I respect originality, but at least please respect me.

I don’t need these things to be watched by many people, and the so-called click rate

When I locked up and set up close friends, my friends kept asking why

The reason is the above.

I have to be tough on youth crime.

Congratulations, thank you