C.K., singer, internet celebrity. Shen Ke collaborated with Phoenix on the song "Melancholic Fairytale". Some people say her image is scary and her music is negative. Shen Ke likes goths, and her writing gives people a very special feeling. Her writing style is very good, and most of the words she writes reveal loneliness. Shen Ke committed suicide on February 13, 2008, at the age of 21.

Shen Ke was a trainee pharmacist during his lifetime. My grandfather is Irish, so I am one-quarter Irish. My mother is from Shaoyang and my grandmother is from Hainan. Started smoking methamphetamine and marijuana at the age of 17. He is an extremely low-key person.

Her personality has been withdrawn since she was a child, giving people a feeling of indifference. She attended a boarding school in junior high school. Her personality may also be caused by her family. Her parents are often not around and have divorced, so they rarely care about her. .

Shen Ke once wrote a LES novel "Shen", which mainly tells the story of the heroine and Yi Longjing. Yi Longjing does exist in reality, but Xuexue and Yi Longjing are not the same person. Yi Longjing is the woman Shen Ke loved. Wang Yuanzhen was Shen Ke's only boyfriend during his lifetime. Xuexue was Shen Ke's roommate and good friend in junior high school. Xuexue is now a wife in Canada.

Perhaps taking drugs can achieve the spiritual world she hopes for. Shen Ke is paranoid, stubborn and prone to extremes. She has the habit of playing with blood and self-mutilation. She often scratches herself with knives and she cries alone every day. , she was in special mental pain. Shen Ke's blog: - I will die again and again to prove that life will be endless. (The original sentence comes from Rabindranath Tagore - "The Birds")

Actually, she was a very talented girl, and she was also very beautiful and cute. But why didn't anyone want to admit it during her lifetime? Why did everyone I think she's scary. Her spiritual realm is not something anyone can explore. Perhaps she was willing to open her heart to others, but it was stifled by her family and those she loved.

She is just an ordinary girl. It's just that she has her own unique and profound views on many issues in life. For example, suffering (suffering here is in a broad sense, including two meanings. The first meaning is the survival difficulties that people will inevitably encounter in the process of survival. The first meaning specifically refers to the psychological response to all aspects of human nature after people have deeply thought about it. Enduring its ugly side brings suffering to oneself) and death. People in this world have several views on suffering and death.

The first type of people constantly look for the goal of life and then work hard for it. They also know that life has suffering, but life has goals, hard work and fun, so the impact of suffering on them is very small, or it can be said that they For most of their lives, they adopt a non-face-to-face attitude towards suffering and death. They regard their mental state as a positive one. The vast majority of people fall into this category.

The second type of people have a much shallower understanding of suffering and death than the first type of people. In a sense, they live in darkness without a big goal or direction in life. They just They live out of the instinct of animals to survive. Basically, they don't care about the meaning of life. There are a certain number of people who belong to this kind of people.

The third type of people unfortunately encounter suffering in the process of life (suffering for this kind of people refers to the first level of meaning mentioned above), and they choose to commit suicide because they don't think about it or are depressed. To escape, their deaths are absolutely tragic and highly avoidable.

The fourth type of people are very complex people. They are naturally keen on thinking and love the freedom of the soul. They are mostly in a solitary state in life and like to be alone. They have a deep understanding of suffering, and they especially cannot accept the suffering brought to them by enduring the ugly side of human nature in their lives. This suffering is almost impossible to eliminate, and they ultimately choose death to be relieved.

Only the fourth type of person dies relatively optimistically. Shen Ke must belong to the fourth type of person. All those who like her should wish her well. You shouldn't always talk about her life and death. Regardless of life or death, she got the peace she deserved.

Name: Shen Ke (C.K)

Gender: Female

Constellation: Libra

Blood type: Type B

Birthday: October 22, 1987

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

There is really very little information about c.k, so many things are not very clear.

Death of C.K

Place: Hospital

Process: Pull out the infusion tube.

Cause of death: Suicide

c.k In his final despair,

took more than 80 sleeping pills,

and injected ice

with a dagger to cut his thighs and wrists repeatedly

One of the wrists had a deep cut to the bone.

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

The suicide attempt was unsuccessful.

Took to the doctor by ambulance.

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, 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 piercings done at once,

an eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails, and a terrifying breast 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.

Her words and her singing are both very deep and cold.

It makes people sad with her after reading and listening to it.

Death may be the best start for her to have a happy afterlife.

Her homepage reads: I will die again and again. To prove that life is endless.

It seems that she has longed to commit suicide for a long time. She also wrote in her previous blog: If one day you don’t see me online,

then I will definitely be looking for the legendary miracle. Now...

I think heaven and the next life are the miracles she said...

CK's last diary entry.

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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 out anything.

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 blood drops on the white tiles.

I don’t know whether it was the nails that punctured my throat or the nosebleeds.

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, everything 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 almost every day every year. So tired.

What holiday is today? It seems like New Year's Eve.

Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window lit up like day.

Ears, but can't hear any sound. The nosebleeds are still flowing.

Sliding from the corner of the mouth, dripping down the chin to the collarbone and chest

The mouth is full of fishy sweetness. I washed my face with cold water randomly.

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

Go back to the room. Go online. The dim light of the computer.