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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?
|01 Feb 2010||Cassie||Does it make any difference whether you're under or over 13?
Regardless, I wanted to say that I'm here if anyone needs to talk. I'm willing to listen and I care.
|31 Jan 2010||yezi||find a very hidden, lonely place and bury yourself. That way you just fade away|
|31 Jan 2010||alisa||daddysgun|
|30 Jan 2010||broken.||i miss you. i'm trying not to think about you, but your always on my mind. everything is always hurting. life is so bleak without your lovely little australian accent, and your silly jokes, and your sweetness. your not that easy to forget. i'm telling myself that your better off without me. less stressed. that not having me in your life is good for you, and i've only ever wanted you to be good. it's so hard though. and it hurts so much. and there's not a moment of peace. i miss you.|
|30 Jan 2010||Dalyn||I'm not going to bother telling you my own story, it's not nearly finished yet, and I'd hate to not have an epilogue to offer. So, instead I offer a very real, very sad testimonial to the question at hand: There was a young boy, nine years old that I knew from school. Why a child so young would hate himself so much, or even know the connotation of the word suicide is up for debate. Regardless of what demon he was waging war with in his heart, he deemed it necessary to commit this act himself. He waited for his parents to go out, leave him with his older brother, my friend, Dale, who was only thirteen at the time. Dale asked if he would like to come to my house, ride bikes to get there. His little brother, Eli declined. He said he would rather stay and play video games. When Dale left, Eli disconnected his nintendo, wrapping the cords together to create a strong rope. At about this time, he also went into the medicine closet and digested an entire bottle of his mothers antianxiety medication. He returned to his makeshift noose, stringing it from a wooden rafter on the ceiling in the kitchen. At some point he must have worried this would still not be enough, and went to get a tie of his fathers, wrapping that around his neck along with the cords. He stepped up onto the kitchen counter, leaning forward to wrap and adjust the cords, and stepped off into the abyss. Needless to say Elias did not play a game again. Three years later, riddled with guilt, Dale became addicted to painkillers, supplied by myself, from my grandmothers stock supply. He ended his life the same day, three years later, as his brother. This is a lesson in how suicide directly affects those in your family and around you. If anyone would like to hear my personal struggle and request help, or if you would just like to talk about anything under the sun, you may contact me on AIM: MyUtterVacuity or email@example.com|
|30 Jan 2010||lara||Maybe you should find that one thing worth living for to get you through each day...|
|28 Jan 2010||Leaf||Rodersi il fegato bevendo coca-cola|
|27 Jan 2010||Courtney||Hi. I'm a 20 year old female. I stumbled across this site after searching "best way to commit suicide" on Google for about the 5th time this month.
I've been battling depression since I was in middle school. The only thing that kept me alive was anime, music, and the friends I created in my head. I went to a psychiatrist when I was about 15-16 and she diagnosed me with major depression, social anxiety, and schizophrenia. I'm sure I'm bipolar too.
I was in such a horrible shape. I was so depressed I sometimes didn't even have the strength to take showers in the morning before school and I never did my hair or looked in the mirror. I wore the same 3 outfits every day to school for every week. I cried when I woke up and I cried before bed. I had no friends, but I didn't want any. I convinced myself that humans were evil and I should avoid them at all costs.
I started cutting myself when I was 15 because I heard it helps ease the pain. I had major mood swings and I would cry because of everything.
My grandma died when I was 14-15. That killed me. Nothing is worse than hearing your own mom crying that she wants to die because her mom died. When you're young, you think grown ups are strong and can solve everything. The saddest thing is realizing that they are just human and they used to be teens once too.
The first thing the psychiatrist said after only talking to me a few minutes was "we need to get her to a hospital ASAP!" So I went to a mental hospital for a bit. I never wanted to go back when I got out. That set me straight for a little while and I was determined to become a better person.
I got my first boyfriend when I was 15. He was my first love and he was the only person I talked to. He cheated on me and told me to commit suicide. I cried for so long because of that.
I recovered after a few years and I finally got a friend when I 17 in hopes that it would make me feel better and make me forget about my ex. He was my best friend. He died shortly after in a car crash. He said that we would go to college together, but we never got the chance. I went to college without him and became depressed because of it.
I was so lonely. I slept around with a few guys in hopes of curing my loneliness, but that just made it worse. I got a bad reputation. I got picked on a lot because of it. I've been called just about every derogatory name you can think of.
The most depressing things in life are the things that happen to you because of your own damn mistakes; things that you could have controlled, but didn't due to your won recklessness.
So here I sit, at age 20, setting an appointment to see the same psychiatrist I saw when I was 15. My mom and I cried in each others arms because of it. She says that belief in God would help me, but God does not help me. Some people get comfort from Jesus, others don't. I wish I did, but I don't. I was a deeply religious 15 year old, and yet belief in God still didn't help.
The only thing that helps and is keeping me strong right now is seeing my mom cry when I cry. I know it would kill her if I died. I would never want to put that pain on her or any of my other family members. Suicide is selfish, and selfishness is the cause of all sin.
Feel free to hit me up if you ever want to talk:
|26 Jan 2010||no.||fuck i used to have friends and a girlfriend but then i got caught bythe cops wth drugs. i had been grounded for a year with no contact to my girlfriend and when i get ungrounded what do i find? my best friend with my girl friend. i just started thinking about suicide again. she was the only thing keeping me happy. i have never told anyone because its too weird. i feel if i did tell anyone they would just dismiss it or think im crazy fuck maybe i am.|
|26 Jan 2010||megan||you can run on to a busy highway, stab yourself, or shoot yourself|
|26 Jan 2010||N. W. A. Yoo||http://www.cracked.com/article_15658_the-ten-minute-suicide-guide.html
by David Wong
|25 Jan 2010||suiside boy who gives a fuck||fuck this shit i hate this whole fucking world my life sucks my stubid ass dad doesnt give a shit and dumb ass fucked people like u teying to make money make it worse ill see u in hell bitch|
|25 Jan 2010||Lennie Melvin||I'm going to be dead before tomorrow. I am not going to wake up ever again.
I tried desperately to hold on but no one was there. I really really wanted to be happy. I had this dream that I would like to live on a ranch and have a family and marry and all that wonderful stuff...
Goodbye everyone, hang on if you can.
|24 Jan 2010||james||im so pissed off today. i can barely fucking control myself. i hate my fucking stepmother and my father. im 22 and im a fucking bum . i dont have a job or even a fucking drivers license. i dont blame them for me not having a job but theres no excuse why they cant help me get a license. they helped my brother get one, then they bought him a new vehicle,and they are paying his fucking insurance. i have a few friends but they treat me like a piece of shit cuz they know i dont have anyone else. i want to kill myself so fucking bad but im scared.im a fucking coward.i hate god. i hate everything and im pretty fucking close to hating everyone.goddamnit. im screaming for help and no one can fucking hear me.|
|24 Jan 2010||starfish||Jabb, you are taking a wrong approach. There's no point in waiting for someone to come and magically make your life worth living. People are just like that, they care about themselves, not giving a shit about others, especially those they don't know. Moreover, if you look too needy, you'll scare them away. It's you who has to make the change. Don't make yourself depenent on others, self sufficiency is the key. You are in college so get good at something, it's bound to attract people at a certain point, even if they just ask you to tutor them. People befriend those that are useful to them. It's kinda like barter - you give something to them and get something else in return. Regardless of what some hypocrites may tell you, nothing is free in this world. You are young and have endless possibilties spread out before you. You only need to grab one. It'll most likely require a lot of work but everything in life comes at a price. Good luck and I hope you'll be able to pull yourself out of this dark spot you're in right now.|
|24 Jan 2010||jessica||Well, I would say drugging yourself. That's the way I would go. Take a massive amount of different kinds of pills. Maybe alcohol too. Your heart will stop. Maybe you'll convulse and throw up, but it won't be painful or difficult to do like cutting yourself. And if you decide that you don't want to die you can call an ambulance and have your stomach pumped.
I would say to wait though. There were plenty of times I wanted to kill myself as a kid, im only 25 now and my life has not been any easy one.
When you're young your body goes through changes, this we know. Your brain goes through changes too, your hormones will have you all over the place. It's hard to understand when you're young, I didn't understand it, but you're going to change so much. You'll learn to adapt, react, to figure what's important and what isn't, how to grow and learn from the pain you've felt, more than anything how to cope. There is so much tragedy and ugliness in the world, and you'll see that it's worse than anything you could bear alone.
Also, the part of your brain that controls RISKY behavior isn't fully developed until about 22. Why do you think young people are always in trouble? or do things like extreme sports? at that age you still have no fear.
With that being said I would say wait until your like, 23. If you still want to kill yourself, then you should. It's your life, it's your right.
|24 Jan 2010||Desperate||People always say life is short, make the most of it. But how? Why pretend everything is ok when it isnt?
Why do you have to ask for help, if people would just stop for a minute, they would see it is so plain to see. Forgiveness is the greatest thing. But that takes much courage. I dont know if I could do that for everything. Everyone.
Why cant you say the truth that sometimes, there is no one to talk to. Sometimes you dont even have the words to say the things you want to say.
Suicide is the ultimate crime the ultimate selfishness. But wouldnt you only ever do it if you were crying out for some help?
|23 Jan 2010||Edvardd Munch||swallow a barbie head, or two heads if you don't succeed the first time. enjoy!|
|23 Jan 2010||acid||I don't know it's everywhere it's all that's in my head i can't get it out it's everywhere i look i don't know how to get rid of it all it just keeps coming back and back and back and back
i can see all of you smiling and laughing and having a can of beer
no one needs me.
|23 Jan 2010||relish||in the park. a rope. Hang from a tree.|