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What is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13?

Quelle est la meilleure forme de suicide pour les moins de 13 ans?
17 Jul 2009 please post i want to die.... my last love just called me after getting out of jail.. and i think it was just a call to get info on me... i dont think he really waNts or likes me... i want to suicide myself because in almost 2 months no one has given a fuck about me. can someone anyone tell me the best way to die? my methods have only failed me.....
17 Jul 2009 seymour cox my name is seymour. I am 18.I live in Aberdeen and i have a fetish for my sister i often play with myself whilst thinking about her body. I want to kill myself because we cant be together i dream about being with her someday but it wont happen shes more interested in my dad. I get abused by my family my dad inserts twixs into my rectal cavity my mum sometimes sneaks into my room and sucks my nob and my brother abuses my dog whilst i film. Later on im thinking about putting parts of my body into a blender I.E my scrotum and penis.
16 Jul 2009 Ready4sh0re one of tha best ways one can commit suicide is to think about all tha good moments u had and then think about what's goin to be better after ur deseased. There is a sayin when people die they have gon to a much better place so technicly suicide dosnt have to be a negative thing unless you are sure its the right thing for you. You must take a long amount of time b4 you are sure about leaving this earth.
13 Jul 2009 Fuck Life, Right? I don't get this, the whole wanting to commit suicide. It's the worst feeling in the world and I think the only reason I haven't already is because of my mom.
If I could, I wouldn't know hoe I'd do it. There was something I saw on photobucket...
I thought is was pretty fucking hilarious if you ask me.
All you'd need is a stool, sharp wire shit, and super glue.
Tie the wire around your neck, then tie it to something on the ceiling. Super glue your hands to your head and wait for it to dry. Then just go. The wire should be sharp enough to cut your head off and your hands will be glued to your head looking like you ripped your own head off.
It's actually a bit desturbing, but hey; it sounded cool.
12 Jul 2009 M.M. aka billy the freak hello friends,
i wish i was on fast train between paris and amsterdam. if i was high on opium and drunk on sweet spirits this would be so glamorous. would i be able to notice the beautiful woman with the laptop across the car? does she know mouchette?

truth seeker,
i also seek the truth actually i want to preach it becuase i am the alpha and omega, but the van allen radiation belts stop me from going to heaven.

kim,
i want dead inside too. she makes me feel so... alive?

okay you little freaks keep coming back.

your friend,
billy the freak
12 Jul 2009 M.M. aka billy the freak independence day has come and gone blown past like the ribbons in your bottle rockets. the wind catches them and they sweep across children's feet. when i was young i believed the united states was the beacon for the free world. in the past few years, through underground documentaries, the internet, and good old study i have become illuminated. lights on. and the truth is so far away the american dream. no more eating hallucinogenic mushrooms tripping out to fireworks basking in the mellow ambiance of pride, subliminal whispers spoon feeding you comfort. obey and consume. the united states is the bulldog for the shadow government, the new world order.

Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it.
-Quoted by Thomas Paine-

what if i told you a handful of people control the world and humanity. just a few dirtbags with all the power and money. the corporate elite, international bankers, media companies, and even royalty. these power brokers play with peoples lives like they play a game of chess. bent on the thought of being one of the ruling class in a one world government.

what? you didn't know about them. this is sadly typical especially if you live in the united states. they control the media and what is presented to us as fact. they create the enemy. they use false flag attacks and scare tactics to frightening us into our homes and pissing us off to where we want to see the end of these 'terrorist', blood, death and destruction. we see so much tragedy. they see conquest. nazi protocols keep us in line. they use television, newspapers, and radio to tell us what to think, at the same time they are above any existing law using the current government as a tool to bring us down. the patriot act and laws during wartime. simple puppets in place to sooth the ignorant. they want to control our minds. they want to make us cattle. and when the time is right there will be death. a horrible black death it will consume the weak. we will evolve by necessity.

you know this sounds right we are moving into a new age, the age of aquarius and let the water bearer wash away our sins.

i don't know if i got my point across. and this is real and there is so much more. check out infowars.com and zeitgeistmovie.com this will be a good place to start. it is up to you to see the light and all their ugly faces. you don't need to kill yourself we're doomed anyway.

i must have dreamed a thousand dreams
been haunted by a million screams
but I can hear the marching feet
they're moving into the street.
now did you read the news today
they say the dangers gone away
but I can see the fires still alight
there burning into the night.

there's too many men
too many people
making too many problems
and not much love to go round
can't you see
this is a land of confusion.

this is the world we live in
and these are the hands were given
use them and lets start trying
to make it a place worth living in.

oh superman where are you now
when everythings gone wrong somehow
the men of steel, the men of power
are losing control by the hour.
i won't be coming home tonight
my generation will put it right
were not just making promises
that we know, well never keep.

this is the world we live in
and these are the names were given
stand up and lets start showing
just where our lives are going to.

this is the time this is the place
So we look for the future
but there's not much love to go round
tell me why, this is a land of confusion.

-phil collins-

billy the freak
10 Jul 2009 TWiGGiNS  
09 Jul 2009 life's a pain, suicide's the game list narrowed down for dying i say its either gonna be cutting, overdose, or drowning. its the least planning in any of them. drowning, just go out somewhere when no one on the street and tie a rope around ur feet and attach a cinderblock or something then jump over into some water, cutting make some huge a$$ cuts down the wrist, on your thighs, legs, hands and bleed to death, if 2 much comes out at once DONT attempt to go to the hospital, just let it flow, or 3 overdose, take enough pills of some kind (vicodin, percocet generic, oxycontin (painmed), or 40 ibprofins one night and then pray that you wont wake up the next day. thats what my list of suicide ways would be. one shall work if not take a huge overdose, make some cuts down your wrists, and then go jump in a lake, ocean, river, stream somewhere to drown yourself and that way u do a suicide using all 3 methods. brilliant huh?
09 Jul 2009 morula hi, i just meant to say hello, i am totally wasted, i insulted my mom after she threatened to come to beerlin to save, "someone s got to get you out of your "bubble", it noone does, knowing about your psychotics friends, if you do not phone, answer, am comming to berlin". fuck. put me in anger just at the non existant breakdast i aws facing, fantasizing coffee and greasy food, i just , wait, wjat did i do, first email, "don t come. i m fine". she answers in my title still "i don t think so": fuck she s nasty, i s hate to disrespect you, mummy but you drive me ctazy, first my only friends are psychotic connections, i met them first at hospital st joseph, where my dad, who s got superpowers, sent me, almost exactly three years within a month or so, first borderline butchery while on violent haldol cramps, thought i was just mad, they d be right, i d just been playing a role, all the time, with my muscles in the jaws, in the throat, in the face, responding to reality no long other than independantly, terrible sensitivity of the stramgest sort, while smoktin a cigarette alone on a chair in the inner garden of station 1, the psychiatric unit where - before i continued i recommend you to listen to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kldcYFJLVAo - ok reason 1 why i ended up in the warp first time in berlin, third time real life, was the brilliant idea that took me to make "art", wait, that s stealing needles and recipients, canules, butterlies at your workplace, at university in the institute of physiology, skip the detail, i had the material, i d been practicing taking blood of my medical school mstes, was employed as an assistant quite unable to be professional with the machines, all but the needles, plasma making, centrifugation, get the bloodcells, all reds and whites, mainly interested in the later, shake the liquid up the plastic recipient, crop the information system, the cells ok you re not interested , my point was i d feel quite confident at handling with needles, thirty degrees along the apparent veins, after having disinfected, stop the point hell the pictures you took, from your own little operation performed on self, using vodka, probably drinking it as well, slpash in on an arm in order to disinfect, after congestionizing the left arm with your 1984 belt, wait for the superficial vein, the mediana to become proeminent, then rapidly, do the job, in side the ignore the worf, tuyauterie fuck, through the skin first, the endothel, don t pierce it through the radius, titlt the needle holding the syringue, aspire now, it s slowly coming out, correct your angle, right it s flowing in.. hell i didn t go too war as taking pints, a couples of uh little, not as scary as to justify the treatment i was rewarded with, my dad walking in one morning, traveling through germany to "bring me to the doctor", hell drag me by the collar to her, strange but vicious enouigh they capture me all between doctors, my father, who s a professor, the shitty doctor guski, who s the closest normal i ve found to a dwarf, anf ultimately the now head of the psychiatric section of social services here in east berlin, my father is just a fucking arsehole sometimes, he s got no pity at all for my absence of achievements, lack of income, anger about his educations, his own capital, the 200 tumors he keeps alive at ultra low temperatures, meet the father he s got inner ear problems, his ear membrane is causing him pain, or is it just .. voices, daddy, hell run out of here, calling the police in last resort, because i don t want to pack my stuff and leave, with the two man in white, very muscular executionner with no right to cause me violence, not that way, all the shit and humiliation, with the ambulance, the neighbours, the locals, fucking humiliation i require the police, a little but of excitement at least, waiting at my desk, smoking grass, fuck dr gogol, the head of social services, dad and his tumors, he called me a "pig", against all my humiliation, because of my masty face, do you think i d grant him a smile, heavy shit on your face, back to the warp, needs to be reeducated, chemically rearranged, professionnally keeped an eye uppon. ok i can t complain too much about station 1, st joseph, as that where i met my one and only mates, them and their connections, the extension of the psychotic network adult size, most kids are not treated in those institutions, ok lost my point, my mum, i fucking insulted her, like i often do รถ bnut she pissed me off so much, only my brother knows, how s she s deranging, patricia my mother a nervous breakout of tension, always on cocaine at home so i seems, joke, i just cannot stand their promiscuity, either they destroy you or i d break out in anger. ok. end of zhe point till th end of th story.
09 Jul 2009 laura What the fuck do you think your playing at?
08 Jul 2009 kim1122 DEAD INSIDE! is me kim..where have you been? i cant seem to get in contact with you any more. i sure miss you too! mouchette pls post this..! hell is rising again i cant seem to get a hold of myself i need to speak to you dead inside...
06 Jul 2009 James suicide is a sure way to hell.i would rather be hurting in this world for a while than burning in hell for an eternity.i know life is hard sometimes but if no one else loves you or cares about you i do. i do love you. i do care.your flaws dont matter to me. theres nothing youve done that would shock me. ive done some pretty awful things myself.things may seem unbearable but it will change.things will get better. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this year but things will get better.when your thinking suicide other people tend to think your giving up on life (people wont feel sorry for you they will just mock you )the best way to do it is to press on . show everybody your not going to give up. become somebody and then rub it in their faces.i dont believe theres anything you cant do.youve just gotta believe in you, youve gotta love yourself .just remember i love you and i believe in you and no matter what you want out of life. always remember theres someone else out there that wants the same thing.people will probably just ignore me or snicker at me but i hope these words will influence at least a couple of people.
05 Jul 2009 just 1 my family is fucked up, ihave no one there, they dont care becuz if they did theyd b ther 4 me. no one cares enuf to call me when the phone on so i leave it off because i need to go cancel it out. fuck life. give me 1 reason y ishould not kill myelf 2nitte
05 Jul 2009 Aimee im Aimee.
Im 13
my Dad disowned me when i was 7 and my mother wants me to go into care.
Ive never drank, never smoked, never done anything bad but my mum hates me.
she has her own husband and son and i just seem to be invisible
every day its abuse after abuse after abuse.
my so called friends at school have turned on me.
theyve started bullying me and making rumours
theyre parents have recently rang mum and so she threw things at me, screaming at me about how ashamed she is and how shes sick of me. i tried to tell her it wasnt true but she ignored me, i felt so small.
i have no one to turn to.
all my dads family dont talk to me, they dont even want to know i exist.
all mums family dont want to hear my side of the story, they just listen to mums and richards (the stepdads)
i feel unwanted and ugly
mum tells me everyday how im a "fat heffer" or how shes "disgusted to say im her daughter"
i know im lucky ive never been raped or worse and that i actually have parents
but right now i feel so alone
no one would even care if i died
i just want it to end
i cant face school and i cant home
i want to go..
05 Jul 2009 zane if i were to die, i would like to die
on something warm, preferly main aims
lap, and when i die, i want to go
in dignity, so that means i must die
with a huge boner in my pants
and with a pez dispenser in my hand.

mouchette you may stroke it.

after i am dead not before.

i know you'd be around 2 years older
then me and im 22, so pah.
05 Jul 2009 Melvin Ooooh I'm liking Roger Roger.

But I'm bored. Nothing happens and I'm tired of making things happen.
So I guess I should...?
Go to sleep and never wake up? I'm liking that idea. Dreams are pretty awesome. But right now I have several essays in for tomorrow to worry about. I am just so so so tired that thinking about doing those essays makes me want to burst into tears.
Blah.
I just cry all the time now. Life can be cruel. Some people live tragedies. The majority live boring wastes of time.
Maybe I'll read some more Anna Karenina. I've nearly finished. Another 63 pages.

So anyway, no one cares about this crap do they? Thought not.
Something bad is going to happen.
I can't remember what.

Hmmm. This is troubling.
Yeah so bye. You'll be hearing from me again. i won't top myself anytime soon - or will I?
I mean falling asleep in front of a train could work.

Yeah so.
*yawn*

this sucks.
04 Jul 2009 Michael Evans This is the first time in my life I have ever been open to even typing my thoughts on the web to people I don't even no.... Perhaps I am doing this to help me feel better in keeping my sanity. I have always suffered from anxiety and depression. Never once have I complained to anyone about it. Life is a shit hole. Yes, it does have it's ups and downs. I've heard this many times. I have felt at one point in my life the air I breath was taken away from me and woke up gasping for breath. It was at a sense peacefull but scary. I guess the scary part was that I have not ever felt that before. I have came to what may be a conclusion to my thoughts. We are all brought up in diffrent enviorments and situations in life. When somthing traumatic happens there is almost a sense of dispair, which then creates stress, crazy thoughts, and of course actions you cannot take back once done, I guess I am trying to say roll with the puches, which I am getting sick of doing. I will be 30 this year and am again feeling the same I have felt before. This time much worse and have been thinking of suicide alot. My wife has had a friend that just move past this life. At a sense in my own mind this makes me feel okay with moving on as well. I do have a wife and kids. The only thing that is a fact keeping my actions in check is the fact I do have kids. To see there faces and the happiness they feel when I am around. I look at pictures alot more these days to try to keep my mind from constantly dribbling to my dark hole. My phone is a voice peace of pictures every day. When I have my moments I look at my phone. My wife is beggining to think my phone is my life. At this point in time it has been. I don't like to share my demons with family or my wife for the fact I am not looking for sympathy. I just don't know how much longer I can live feeling the constant stress my body produces on an every day basis. I think of the shit my kids will endure now that I brought them into this crapy world. Hopefully I can stay sane long enough to keep the inevitable from happening sooner. Thows that deal with the same feelings I do hope for the best. I just wish I could take my own sympathy and answer my own problem.

"Till We Meet Again"...
04 Jul 2009 Sarah The people that know no longer exist. Although i think taping a rag soaked in chloroform over your nose and mouth so you pass out and continue to breathe in the fumes until you pass away sounds good. To be or not to be. I am just so tired. Inside and out. I'm tired of trying and never getting anywhere. I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm not even living anyway. I feel so alone. I hope i get the courage to kill myself soon. God forgive me. I love you Bec Xoxoxox Our souls entwined eternally Xoxoxox
04 Jul 2009 yours truly im shoot my self rightt fuckin now
02 Jul 2009 morula hello, i m not another suicide story, skip the details, just wanted to warn all of you of the dangers prevailing at dwelling too far to suicide, claiming to want to kill myself, foreas in Germany the threat to suicide is a compulsive element for emprisonment in an hospital , i ll try to be sharp, but do not tell anymore you re about to drown, not your parents, not your best friend you ve got none, not even your dog, i d had an history with pills, failing to die first in february, but was highly on drugs at the time, which i was hiding from the psychiatrists that hitchhiked me at hospital, got out after one week first time, but once month after as i d stoped the phets we were taking, me and my boyfriend having to change places for sake of getting clean again, i stayed in berlin at that moment precisely when i d stoped all the chemical craze my parents cut me the money, they d send me as much to survivre or less i was seriously getting depressed the days i didn t have my grass, started harassing them at night, not so often but talking on the answerphone, telling about all those people who comitted suicide, not only that, how they d fucked up my life, my dad, my mom, unusual scheme i m the bad kid, in the end that s what my father says, because i want to sell my shares in his stupid company he calls me you you shit daughteer you , nothing to be offended by but when they decide to put me in hospital he lies to the judge, says he s given me overamounts of money when he d just been restricting me to the limit of sanity, so one morning, fed up, i drank two beers that let me overloaded with agressivity, phone my mum , the gas people walking in to cut it off, was listening to music too much, horrible mistake not to do it, right here, right now, instead telling me mum i d hang myself, then i left the flat with the doggie helmut, who can away, when i came home the cops had broken into the flat broken the doors, with 112 the firebrigade, shitty mother had phoned the police, alerted the authorities, called upon all bits and pieces of attention she could grasp, help me save my daughter, imagine i d be hanging, they take me down, save my life but not my brain, they took me to the remote place called st joseph, the local warp,was just drunk, and then there you threatened to commit suicide means a judge ll interfere, you re stuck there for two weeks waiting to meet him, when you do he sentences me to 4 additional weeks, fed vitamin K, fallacious drugs, the highest dosis possible, skip the reasons why i m so violently hit, i was chemically lobomitized, could not sense a sign of movement in my mind anymore, no symptom of an emotion whatsoever, of nothing anymore but the devastating conscience of being alive still, waiting the hours aways, counting the minutes, hell one weeks passes by, they tied me up at a bed at first occasion, because i pushed an alarm button, hallucigenic drug injection together with valium, how dare you keep your sanity in those circonstances, i came there as heavy suicidal they broke all my human rights, intentionnally lenghtening the butchery up to the moment where the soul s dead, slow agony in claustrophic containment of one s legs, arms, waist, awakes only a rare sadist vision to me, bondage and torture that s what happens to son of bitches who didn t respect their mother, wreckless junkie, all in awe before my very own rights, if you begin to protest, talk about respect, individual rights, your own, beg, then necessarily insults your executionners more injections, sound like hell what happenes after you re stuck by mummy calling the police to drag you there were you belong, into the arms of a psychotic doctor, a sadist, a nazi, if you ve been familiar with prescription drugs you d appreciate thirty milligrams of zyprexa, 1500 mg of thick antiepileptical sirup, drags you down to nothing, incapable of nothing but eat anymore, can t sleep, can t go to peace, valium, all that bullshit, 6 weeks stuck inside a smoker s room, a harden and one s little psychopath room, waiting for time to drag by so intensely wasted, doesn t think anymore, pharmacollogically prevented from commiting any mental sin whatsoever, no sign of life has been signaled in there, you re dead, walking still, they re telling you you ll never get out, you ll stay there for months and months, till you re no longer the same anymore, you ve been changed, modified, chemically, and morally, that s a sin, a shame, i lose my nerves, called them all nazis, didn t chose my medication, my fate, my destiny- after those 6 weeks and a psychiatric expert interfering to save me i m finally released, may 10 you re out of there, ok but it seems you re strange, no longer the same, they controlled you too long a time, invaded the metabolism of your brains, your emotions, your motives, your dying with depression, worse you feel like the ultimate shit. btrsl break, phone

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