|Reading these suicide pages you will find people seeking help and people offering their help. Some witness about suicide from real life experience, others who play along with me would pretend it's a children's game. Some make sick and cruel jokes about it, and angry people blame me for even mentioning the subject. You might also want to read my favourite answers. If you want your answer to be included here, fill in the form.|
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?
|10 Mar 2002||Chris||List was shit... do your research half of that shit wouldn't work.. and i always thought god was the one to decide when we were suposed to die... being negative isn't cool... get over yourselves and find a better outlet for your negativity. If you are feeling suicidal... there is help... just like if you get a broken leg you get a doc and fix it... your your pasychi breaks down you should do the same. :):X|
|08 Mar 2002||Masterpiece||first, tattoo the words 'Let Me Rot Where I Die, This Is All I Ask' Fill a large garbage can with superglue and climb on the roof of a large, and popular museum full of rich snobby christians. Locate the glass top (there is always one, accept it) coat yourself with the superglue and jump through the glass. You will fall and stick to the ground, probably horrifying a ton of people... and will stay there, perfectly preserved for all to see. (be sure to land on something expensive, ex. hope diamond, mona lisa, etc) You will freak out a bunch of people in the process, plus have a really neat exibit made out of your superglue-statue, and probably dubbed an amazing artist. Too bad you won't get to have all that money they make off of you. you will become quite an exhibit...|
|18 Feb 2002||Chrissy||To live a long life and let age do it for you.|
|17 Feb 2002||chris||shoot yourself in the motherfuckin head|
|07 Feb 2002||jo hill||i posted a couple of days ago, looking for pill information. it's 4 am now and i've been having a very very bad night. i got online to check this site and my mail to see if there were any helpful suggestions about pharmaceutical suicide for me. instead i found the following email from a friend who lives in europe. i haven't heard from him in 2 years. i apologize to him for reprinting this, and advise you that english is not his native tongue, which is what makes his writing style so charming.
first of all: happy birthday! It has been quite a long time that you have been blessing this world with your presence, and this deserves celebration. Reading newspapers I often arrive to the conclusion (and I think you share this point of view) that this, should be the most horrible planet of the Universe, or better said, since the Earth is a beautiful place, after all, the planet inhabited by the most horrible and destructive of the species. In this moments of crisis it is always good to think a bit, and then you arrive to the conclusion that this world is horrible, but we always have Josephina Hill. It may seem little, if you think it like that, but it makes all the difference. You are this little bit of salt that transforms a dish not even acceptable for dogs into a dish of a three stars michelin restaurant; you are the litle candle that changes the darkness of the horrible dungeon into the romantic cavern, or the peace of the chaple. You are the litle water that makes grown flowers in the dryest dessert. Although you will understand better what I mean if I tell you, that for me, and for many in this crazy world, you are the little whisky that makes coca-cola interesting.
In another words, I thank God to have created you (a work so fine and so excellent, that only can be the work of someone not only almighty, but also good to the infinite), that He put you in my way, and that I have had the chance of meeting you, of sharing some whiskys, some interesting discussions, some good moments in some good places, and a whole lot of great letters.
It is just the last one, the pretty Christmas card that you send me (what a difference with myself) that made me remember how nice you are. A real friend. However, once again, I see that you've been suffering for the international situation, for the twin towers atack, for the reaction of your country, the war, the Middle East situation, the new budget, etc.
Well, let me tell you, that, for once, I probably share your point of view on all the subjects. I must add my shame for the humiliating response of the European Union to the situation. So far so bad. What worries me most, however is YOUR suffering. It is true, we are in the middle of a mess, the world is colapsing, nothing is going well. It is difficult to be happy in such conditions, but Jo-see, it is not your fault. You were born in the USA but you are not the president. Your country has done wonderful things as well. If you can do something to change the situation, well. If you can read, think, try to understand it, wonderful. But don't feel think it around, don't feel sad. Look for the good things of your life. You have your family, your friends, and you can even see Oscar Peterson LIFE!!!! (I feel jealous).
I have always asked for your prayers. I'm sure that they have help me a lot during this decade that we have been friends. And I feel thankful to you for them (of course prayers mix well with whisky. One thing does not contradict the other, and I'm also thankful for the whiskies we have taken toghether). But since we have been most of the time separated by 8.000 miles, it is good to ask a Common Friend to look after one another. So I'm going to pray for you now. It is my turn. I'm going to pray the Lord, that you have in you the same peace that the world needs; that He keeps you the big heart that makes you involved in other people problems, but at the same time, that He protects it against anxiety or grief. Of course I pray the Lord that he find a nice guy to you, and not like the two stupid blind fellows that were incapable of realizing the kind of girlfriend that they had just found. If some day they found a diamond in the street they will probably kick it.
Well, Jo-see, just tell you that I will pray for you. I'm sorry this is not one of the good old letters of the past. A computer is not like the good old pen, and it is quite late at the night of a long working day. But I'm determined to write something more digne of your eyes for the next letter. I just wanted to reply anyhow to your postcard with the promise of a normal letter with news from myself and my life in the capital of Europe. But before, please, let me hear from you.
wow. that letter sure stopped me in my tracks. fate, chance, serendipity, God? that i should receive this tonight? (to be cliche), in the moment of my darkest hour? it's potently obvious that i can't kill myself tonight. probably not for a little while yet.
|01 Feb 2002||Lucy Cortina|| "Tastes Good"
I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet. Oh god, please don't make me have to be a lesbian like Hairy Kate or Miss Stamp!
(What do lesbians do, anyway?)
Ellen and Christy rang from a phonebox. They took turns to speak French accents. Were going for a walk tomorrow, or 'La Marche Avec Mystery'.
Have put face mask made from egg yolks on just in case we see any 'les garcons gorgeous' on our walk. It turned out that I blocked the sink with the egg yolk residue. Anyway, I must have fallen asleep with the cucumber slices over my eyes. My sister crept into my room and ate one of the cucumber slices. It gave me a terrible shock to see her face looming over me when I wasn't expecting it. For a minute, I thought the Grim Reaper had come to take me, but no such luck. I got up and cleaned it all off. Welcome to the new more womanly, confident me!!
|30 Jan 2002||STVE||OKAY LISTEN UP YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. *NONE* OF YOU HAVE HAD IT WORSE THAN I HAVE.. SO FUCK YOU ALL. HAS ANYBODY -- I'M TALKING ANYBODY IN HERE EVER HAVE A NUT RASH??? I DON'T THINK U HAVE. I DOUBT U EVEN KNOW WHAT ONE IS. WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A "NUT RASH" IS. IT'S A RASH ON YOUR FUCKIN NUTS. THAT'S RIGHT A SCROTUM RASH AND IT'S PAINFUL. I GOT ONE AFTER I LET SOME BITCH GIVE ME HEAD AND A 1 HOUR HANDJOB... SHORTLY AFTER (LIKE A DAY OR TWO) I REALIZED THAT MY DICK WAS TURNING RED AND IT BROKE OUT IN A RASH. SINCE THEN, IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS I HAVE SEEN OVER 7 DIFFERENT DERMATOLOGISTS, BEEN PUT ON A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS INCLUDING ANTIFUNGALS AND STEROIDS. AND FINALLY -- FINALLY AFTER FUCKING 2 MONTHS OF SUFFERING THE RASH IS ALMOST COMPLETELY GONE. BUT DAMN. IT TOOK A FUCKIN WHILE. AND EVERY DAY -- EVERY DAY I'M TELLING YOU WAS A LIVING HELL FOR ME. I COULDN'T SIT RIGHT, COULDN'T SLEEP RIGHT, COULDN'T GO OUT AND TALK TO PEOPLE CUZ THE THING WOULD ITCH SO BAD I'D HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE PRIVATE TO FUCKIN ITCH IT. I VISITED THE BATHROOM EVERY 5 MINUTES MY FRIENDS ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG BUT IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING TO TELL THEM U HAVE A FUNGAL RASH ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN PENIS, ISN'T IT ? SO QUIT WHINING ABOUT YOUR STUPID ASS PROBLEMS -- TO THOSE WHO ARE SICK AND IN PHYSICAL PAIN I CAN FINALLY RELATE TO YOU AND I GIVE U MY SYMPATHY CUZ THERE IS NO HELL LIKE THAT. FUCK IT HURT TO WALK TO MY MOTHERFUCKIN CLASSES FOR SO LONG AT THE COLLEGE I'M AT JUST CUZ OF THIS RASH. THANK GOD IT'S GONE BUT IT'LL DAMNNN 2 OR 3 MONTHS OF MY LIFE WASTED AND ALL THAT FUCKIN MONEY. ON TOP OF THAT I WAS ALOONE FOR CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS' I EVEN RAN INTO MY EX-GIRLFRIEND AT A KOREAN RESTAURANT IN ANNANDALE ON THE NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS !!!! I'M SITLL VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH HER BUT SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT CUZ I'M TOO SCARED TO APPROACH HER AGAIN SO WE JUST STARED AT EACH OTHER LIKE FUCKIN MORONS ACROSS THE RESTAURANT. PLUS I DON'T WANT HER TO SEE ME LIKE THAT -- FUNGAL RASH AND ALL -- AT THE TIME. NOW IT SEEMS LIKE LIFE WOULD BE BETTER CUZ THE RASH IS GONE RIGHT? MAYBE I COULD GO HOME AND CALL HER UP AND VISIT HER ? WRONG. CUZ NOW THAT MY PENAL SKIN IS BACK TO NORMAL MY FUCKIN FACE ISN'T. I HAVE TWO HUGE ZITS ONE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKING FOREHEAD I WONDER WHEN THE FUCK IT'S GONNA GO AWAY. ANOTHER ONE I POPPED ON MY LEFT CHEEK AND ITS LEFT A RED MARK THAT'S BEEN THERE 5 DAYS ALREADY. AS LONG AS THOSE ARE HERE I AIN'T IN THE MOOD TO CALL ANY EX, OR ANY GIRL FOR THAT MATTER UP. I GO TO CLASS WEARING A VISOR CUZ I DON'T WANT PEOPLE SEEING MY FACE WHICH, WITHOUT THE PIMPLES, WOULD ACTAULLY BE NOT BAD LOOKING. ANYWAYS WELCOME TO MY HELL. AND FUCK YOU MORONS.|
|30 Jan 2002||chris||hey ppl i wrote some shit on the site a while back and i just want to say that im not killing my self b/c i have more to live for. bye bye for now any girls that want to talk plz email me and ill help u to the best of my ability|
|27 Jan 2002||Renegade-X||MY MISSION FOR GOD
When I was under 13, I threatened suicide to my parents by drinking petroleum solvents. But they convinced me not to, for I would get sick first, so I abandoned the idea. Then when I was 11 1/2, I tried electrocuting myself, but still, my efforts were futile.
My suggestion to you is if you can't find a GOOD WAY TO KILL YOURSELF, then you should wait until your a little older, for there will be a lot better creative opportunities available.
I'm now just 3 days from turning 18 and I am scheduled to die this summer. I'm was or still am a self-mutilator, I have a developing psychotic disorder, as my pussy-ass shrink says. I have been treated for years, but nothing helps.
I also have Asperger's Syndrome (an autistic spectrum disorder), which is why no motherfucker can ever understand me. But now, I've realized what kind of person I am. I am older and wiser, but my life is still going to hell. So I want to die now! For if I don't, I'll drift more into insanity and probably soon end up in a mental hospital again, like last year when I tried overdosing on Advils while in school.
I will be doing this in the name of God, for it will maybe lessen the corruption of today's society. But mostly, I want it to have a great effect on my family, because of the suffering they have inflicted upon me. Especially my step-mom, who's been abusive to me for most of my childhood. Even though she's a very religious Jew, the fat, ugly bitch still doesn't understand the act of kindness. She entitles her daughter, my stepsister every right in the house, while posing so many restrictions on me. Hopefully, my horrible death will cause emotional harm to my entire family, including my mother, for divorcing my father, and my father, for remarrying to that chicken-head.
Another reason why I'm doing this is because I feel that the world is coming to an end, especially after the September 11 incident, I feel that there is nothing left in this world for me. Since I was 11 1/2, I had such a huge interest in aviation and I've always wanted to learn how to fly. But now, after I heard about how a handful of highly motivated terrorists could turn 4 civilian airliners into guided buzz-bombs loaded with Jet-A, I feel like I've lost all my pleasures in life. There is nothing left!
It's not just the Islamic militants, Neo-Nazis, drunks, drug abusers, other psychotic maniacs (like the mother who drowned her children in the bathtub), criminals, and other lowlifes that I blame for taking everything away from all of us. It's the entire human population that fucks everything up, ever-since Adam bit into the forbidden fruit. Ever-since the serpent convinced him to perform that first sin.
Before the Hebrews could be led into the Land of Israel, they were given 2 choices, to sign a covenant, agreeing that they would, for life, follow all of God's commandments. If not, they were to walk the desert for 40 years.
Self, annihilation as it says, is condemned in Judaism and Christianity. I totally have no belief in this because I know that in my heart that this is only a man-made law that some self-proud imbecile inscribed in the Holy Torah, or wherever else. I, for certain, do not believe that God ever condemned suicide, saying that he, the omni-present, the King of the Universe, can only be the arbitrator of who will and will not pass from this earth. He only mentioned that Thou Shall Not Kill another man. He never mentioned that Thou Shall not take your own life, for he has left that up to us.
As God created man, he had entitled everyone in that form to receive, love, pain, happiness, grief, sorrow, anger, envy, and disease and punishment. But most of all, he gave us all free will. A free will to do anything. But we all have abused this privilege by committing murder, theft, sex crimes, and pain among the helpless and feeble souls. If this is how we are to live, then we show God that we hate him and his creation, for wanting to live as a human being is a sin. I'd say because of this, it would make God more secure if we all killed ourselves.
Pride is one of the 7 deadly sins around. The Jews and Christians and others are a rogue religious group comprised of nations and organizations who take pride in who they are and tend to preserve their traditions and sinful legacies. They condemn suicide because they want to fight against what is right for humanity. What I believe in is a healthy way to remove the tumors of this society. I kind of have the mind of Young Goodman Brown, huh?
I have no pride in who I am, because I know that I am part of the sinful nation and that I must be punished, for I must redeem myself. At this very moment, my skin crawls with maggots and lice, because I'm an ugly-looking four-legged animal called a human being.
The Jews and Christians and others, take too much pride in themselves, thinking that they make up the good of the people. No fancy clothes, jewelry, cunning personality, or generosity will ever hide from me who they really are, for they all and everyone who doesn't follow the right path of salvation is part of the sinful nation and is doomed to the eternal fire. If they all had the mind like me, they'd all grab a box cutter and carve a mark on their foreheads so when onlookers pass by them, they'd know who they really are.
God gave us free will in order for us to do the right thing, not to kill others in cold blood. He truly welcomes suicide as a healthy way to cleanse a nation of its sins. Even though it may anger him, he still shows love and compassion to those who have no where to turn.
I have chosen the best way to die.
I'm 18 now and as mentioned before. If you want to die right, you must be patient and wait for the right window of opportunity. As for me, I now have legal access to a hunting rifle or a shotgun. Even before when I was still a minor, I was able to purchase two high-powered CO2 air pistols with no problem. But I will not attempt to kill myself with them because they do not have enough power to inflict serious damage, but it'll cause me more pain and if not for any internal bleeding, it'll take days for me to die of lead poisoning and I'd probably just end up in a hospital bed.
If you want to die right and do not have a criminal record, do what I will do.
I will go to the nearest Dick's Sporting Goods store and purchase a 12 gauge shotgun (a good one like a Mossberg Trophy with a cool scope). I'll have to sneak it into the house somehow; maybe by throwing it up on the roof so that I can fish it from my bedroom window. If my parents find out, they'll tear my ass up so bad.
But I'll find the best time to purchase it by finding out what day they'll go out shopping. I'll ask if I can borrow one of their cars, and if they agree, then I have a shot. There is no other safe way to transport the fucker, so sticking it in the trunk and driving home is the only fastest and legal way to get it without risking the fucking cops.
When it's time for me to die, I will make sure that my parents are out of the house shopping or something else. I will discharge their cell-phone batteries so they can't call for help when they get back. I will take all my shit to the backyard, where there's concrete foundation that's used for the deck. That will be used for my cremation pyre. I will cut the phone lines and use an axe to smash the telephone interface box so that communications will be cut off.
Finally, I will douse myself in gasoline and light a match, causing myself to go up in flames. And at last, I will stick the shotgun barrel in my mouth, making sure that the muzzle makes positive contact with the upper palate and pull the trigger. The ammo I'll use will be 12 GA. Copper Sabots, to ensure that my skull explodes instantly, spilling my brains and shit all over the wall of the house while my stepsister's grandmother watches helplessly from the window.
I can imagine that my funeral will be just like the one for Mathew Feiner, a kid in our community who killed himself. I heard that he ODd on pills, put a bag over his head and blew his brains out with his pistol. One thing that makes no sense to me is him putting that bag over his head , even though he knew he was going to put a hole in it. Even though I cried over his death that Saturday night even though I didn't know who the guy was, I praise him for what he was done.
I've seen how his death had sent a shockwave throughout the whole community. First his family, then our school, even though he didn't go there. I am truly proud of him, for he really set an example for us. I just can't wait to meet him when my time comes. In the meantime, my family will be chanting,
"Yisgadal v'yiskadash sh'mei rabbah."
Oh, and to all You motherfuckers who do not respect our goals and try to turn us away from our deeds of self-annihilation, well Fuck You! We don't care about your bullshit suggestions. You may think you're trying to help, but your not. You're the ones who make our lives horrible and you rob us of our freedom. You are the bullies who torment us in school. Fuck you assholes! Fuck you! You can't stop us from killing ourselves. No matter how many rude comments or any help suggestions you add to this site, you can't stop us.
We are One. We will increase and our bodies will clog the cemetery grounds. We are many, we are star-crossed. We are powered by the will of thanatopsis and YOU LITTLE SHITS ARE NOTHING! I suggest that ya'll should log off now and instead, go fuck yourselves with a bag over your heads so that YOU ALL WILL DIE like the rest of us. But if you're too chicken, why don't ya'll take a sledge-hammer and smash your modems into pieces so that you can never go on this site and bother us again with your lame-ass excuses for living in hell!
No one will try to stop me from killing myself. Just a note to any of you who try to impede my goal. If you're a teacher, my parent, or any other bitch, don't you ever, I mean ever get into my way! For if you do, I will seriously fuck up your mind and physical being so bad, that you will wish that God made you without testicles.
I mean it! If you ever step onto my property, I will handcuff you to the fence that makes up the perimeter of my backyard, and beat you up with the butt of my shotgun. Then, I will make you watch me kill myself. You will even taste my blood and brains as they splatters everywhere. You'll be a live witness to my suicide.
And to any police who'll try the same. You may have sent me to the hospital last time. I've spent 9 fucking days locked up because of you, PIGS! You may think you've won, but this time, I'll be ready and I'll execute my plan. DON'T EVER INTERLOPE!
Remember, I will have all my guns with me all the time and I can and will use deadly force at all times. Do not come near my house. I will keep my scanner on at all times and I have all the police frequencies programmed. I'm as good as dead, so it'll do no good trying to save me. If you come into my property, I will take one of you out with my shotgun and the other one of you will have to shoot me back. If you do, please try to hit me in the heart or the head so that I'll die instantly.. That's supposed to be your role as a law officer. You're nothing but a couple of Nazis who make it hard for everyone else. I hope you all die and go to hell, fuckers!
If any of you are like me, can you please e-mail me at:
I've always wanted to hold a conversation with someone who's gone through the same shit as I had.
|25 Jan 2002||Jesse Stoddard||Christ, this really is a hard question! But it does need answering... If I were 13 and wanted to kill myself, first I'd do all the things I ever wanted to do that I never did (ie- Having sex, Eating another human (canniblism), fucking a child under 6 years old, Brutally killing anyone who had ever crossed me etc...) After I did all this, The cops would probably be after me, so, I'd in turn take the gun I had previously killed my enemies with, throw on some headphones with some Slayer blasting into my ears at full volume (song: Mandatory suicide, Album: South of heaven) Go to the tallest building I could find and take a dive, while on the way down, I'd shoot myself in the head. I hope that will serve as a suitable reference for those under 13 who are going to commit suicide.|
|25 Jan 2002||Guardian||I'm 15, so I can't really tell you what the best way to kill yourself is when your under 13... not that that should make a difference or anything. Well anyways, what I would do, is first, find a gun. Any gun will do, preferably a semi-automatic... and make sure you have tons of ammo. Go to the main office at your school, make sure no one is around. Point the gun at the clerk, and demand the schedules for every jock and prep and christian freak, and goody goody jackass that ever wronged you. Make sure you know exactly what sport all the jocks play, and what position, AND that they are idiots, and their only hope of making it in life is a scholarship by sports. The preps/everyone else, don't really matter. Soon after you leave the office, I am sure your school will announce that it's time to go into lockdown procedure, or code red, or whatever the fuck they call it. Find every classroom that your victims might be in. Bust down the door, order everyone to stay perfectly still, except for your victim. Order them to stand up and come to the front of the room (of course, all of this would be much better if you had one of your homicidal/suicidal friends with you.. just wait, the good parts coming soon) If he happens to be a star quarterback, shoot him in the right shoulder. If he happens to be a soccer player, shoot him in the thigh, etc etc. But don't kill him, kill the preps and assholes, and everyone who doesn't have anything to live for but doesn't know it yet. Beforehand, be sure you leave a will and all that shit for your parents. continue your killing spree untill you get bored, or finish. Then with your remaining bullet, kill yourself. Otherwise, if you don't feel like going through all the trouble of killing all these people yourself, and the preplanning and all that, you can wait untill some other kid starts to shoot up the school, knock him out and take his stuff, when he wakes up, yell at him for being a moron, for a while, and then tell him your plan. ask him to help you out, if he doesn't, kill him and continue as above stated. Don't forget killing yourself in the end, but it's always best to get the assholes first.|
|22 Jan 2002||Kate Bush||Basically, diss Religion. Have sex in a church. Burn all the Bibles you can find, or use them to wipe your ass. Become an anti christ or something. Graffiti shit about God/Jesus on walls. Do ANYTHING that goes against religion. Before you burn all those Bibles, have a quick flick through them and see what it teaches you NOT to do - and do the opposite! Because of this disgraceful behaviour God will throw you into the the lake of fire or whatever it's called.
|22 Jan 2002||chris||ok i have thought about it again!!! and i said that gas is the best way b/c it would just kill u in under one minute, trust me i used it on my dog and it's killed in damn near instanly. but since i was sitting here thinkin about it i came up with a better solution: what u do is get some gun powder, i mean get a lot of it. and what u do with it is put it in ur mouth and make sure that u have ur mouth completely full. and what u do next is get a match and put it in your mouth. and before u know it ur head is off of the rest of ur body. this is what i think would work better than swallowing a cupful of gas. and ppl say that slitting ur wrist doesn't work. i have never tried it but most ppl are pussies when it comes to slitting ur wrist. if u are going to do it make sure that u use a big kitchen knife and it would be better if it had a schraded edge. don't press down softly either. make sure that u press down with all of u might and make sure that u are excluded from ppl. be somewhere in the country or some shit. and i have one last way that i am going to tell u about. well i sat here and thought about this one for a while. but u have to find someone that is willing to take the death penalty!!!!! but u put ur head on a cinder block and the u have ur comrad that is there with u get a sledge hammer and in just one blow to the upper part of the skull ur are dead instantly. so find someone that wants to die so they will be willing to go to prison or have them have a gun and as soon as they have hit u. they take their own life. well, ppl while i was writing this i thought about which way i'm going to go. i'm fixing to end this letter to y'all. but as soon as i get off the computer i'm going to get a knife and just slit the fuck out of both of my wrists and then im going to light up a ciggy and remember all of the good times in life like smoking that kill. so ppl i hope that i have helped u in anyway that i can. but plz don't send any responses b/c i won't be here to answer them. so peace to all of my suicidalholics. and i'm going to be dead in the next 10 mins. hell i may even light up a ciggy and a joint, no fuck a joint i want a sweet (blunt) well im outa here. and mom and dad if u read this i just want u to know that i love u . bye bye dead 17 yr old|
|22 Jan 2002||chris||yes ppl the best way that i can think of to kill urself is to get a metal container and and fill it with gasoline. and don't drink it real slow b/c u wont be able to. just take it and gulp down as much as u can b/c its doesn't take that much. well ppl i hope that i'm of some assistance to u. and feel free to email me.|
|22 Jan 2002||chris||hey ppl i am not 13 i am 17. and today i got arrested by the cops b/c of my parents. and now i'm thinkin about doin it. and i hope that they really know that i love them so much. but i am just sick and fuckin tired of living. they don't know how i fell right now. i am most likely going to be put on probation and i'm not goin to cut for that shit. i was on it for 15 mths and i hated it . it's all their fault b/c they didn't have to call the cops. i swear i think about this all day everyday. and i don't know which is the best way to do it but i think that i'm going to get a cup full of gas and just drink until i'm not here anymore. god i just love y'all so much, mom and dad and even jason. and at my funeral i want want y'all to play my favorite song. and that would be high so high by south park mexican. and i want y'all to know that i love y'all very much and it all didn't have to come about this way, but it is the best thing to make me and y'all both happy|
|06 Jan 2002||Billy Joe Jinkins||I have never tried to kill myself before so I wouldn't know the best way to do it. I used to work with a girl that killed herself, she put a pistol to her mouth, so I guess that wouldn't be a bad way to kill yourself. But in exactly 2 weeks what I am gonna do to kill myself is once it gets dark and all my neighbors are alseep I am going to go up on my roof and right out in front of my house I am going to tangle our Christmas lights around my neck as much as I can and then just jump to my death, instant death.|
|25 Dec 2001||GLORIA KNOWS ME||OKAY LET ME BRING IN THE NEW YEAR WITH SOME MORE DISGUSTING AND DISTURBING WAYS TO WACK YOURSELF. HEY IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN RIGHT, SO WHY NOT WRAP YOURSELF IN CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AND THEN PLUNGE YOURSELF INTO A TUB OF EGGNOG.MAKE SURE YOU PLUG THE FUCKERS IN.
OR YOU COULD ALWAYS EAT SOME MISTLE TOE. BUT THE REAL REASON I AM WRITING THIS IS TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE MOST DISGUSTING WAY I CAN THINK OF. GET A LIDLESS MAYONAISE JAR, THEN GET A DIAMOND CUTTER AND SAW THE JAR IN HALF. THEN GET A NEW YORK CITY RAT. ONE THOSE BIG FAT MOTHER FUCKERS. THEN DROP IT IN THE END THAT IS THE BOTTOM OF THE JAR. NOW YOU NEED ABOUT 4 C.C. OF MORPHINE, NOT ENOUGH TO KILL YOU BUT MAKE YOU COMFORTABLY NUMB. THEN JAM THE RAZOR SHARP GLASS EDGES OF THE JARS INTO THE FRONT OF YOUR FACE AND THE ONE WITH THE RAT IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD. NOW THAT RAT IS GOING TO WANT TO GET OUT OF THAT JAR, IT WILL EVENTUALLY EAT THROUGH YOUR SKULL.
|07 Dec 2001||Forget me for real||Hey, come on? Who will really care if we die now or in 10, 20 or 50 years. Maybe few persons on the shock for few days, but you'll be forget soon later. Anyway, nobody cares about you during you're living, so, why they gonna do it after? 95% of the people are a bunch of hypocrits. The only ones who will remember you is the train, subway, truck or car driver hitting you and most of the times you survive. So, try something else. If you want to use someone to help you, attack cops. Anyway, they represent the shitty system we stuck for live in (but not for long.). About Christmas, who cares? That's only a commercial holiday to make you loading up your credit card to buy crappy gifts. Anyway, I already spent it by myself, alone and I survived as every other days before. About death, the good thing is that's the real end. There's nothing after: no paradise, no hell. Hell is on earth.
after that. The proof? What happens when you're well sleeping or go under surgery at the hospital? The same, you're getting lost in kinda black hole. So, remember there's always someone worst than you, but who cares? Do it, but do it well or you gonna eat a real big shitload. Rope seems a good choice. Guns are too complicated to deal with. Bridges are too busy and you're getting people watching you or calling in the freakin' cops.
|06 Dec 2001||IS IT TRUE THAT RIGHT HANDERS ARE MORE LIKELY TO KILL THEMSELVES? THAT'S WHAT I'VE HEARD ANYWAY. I'LL LIST A FEW FAMOUS DEAD PEOPLE FOR YOU SOME COMPLETED SUCIDE OTHERS OVERDOSED ON DRUGS.
SID VICOUS. RIVER PHENOX. JOHN BELUCHY. JIMMY HENDRIX. JIM MORRISON . CHRIS FARLY. JERRY GARCIA. JANIS JOPLIN. VINCENT VAN GOH. TWO PEOPLE THAT LIVE ON MY STREET
|06 Dec 2001||ALL MOST DEAD||I've seriously tried killing myself several times. I've overdosed on over the counter medication on several occasions. I wouldn't suggest trying it unless you know it will work because it hasn't for me and It's just caused me a lot of pain.
Now I have to go through therapy and I hate the doctors. I wish they would really help me out and give me effective ideas on how to go about it. Hell they're getting paid, they might as well make the miserable happy! They've given me medication but it just elongates the pain I feel. I'm suffering and I want to find my way out. I wish I weren't typing this now because about half an hour ago I tried hanging myself for the third time. Damn't I have the worst luck nothing works . Slashing your wrists is to painful . All I know is that if you want to hang yourself because it's possibly the best way to kill yourself next to being shot through the temple or receving lethal injection from a dr. kavorcian. FIND A STRONG CEILING FIXTURE IN YOUR HOUSE OR GARAGE. FIND A VERY STRONG THIN AND TIGHT CORD. FASTEN IT TO THE FIXTURE (A CEILING BOARD ECT.)
TIE A NOUSE IF YOU KNOW HOW IT IS VERY SIMPLE (I FOUND OUT HOW TO ON THE WEB MANY MONTHS AGO). TIGHTEN THE CORD AROUND YOUR NECK AND JUMP . DON'T PUSS OUT . I'VE FOUND THAT HEAT MAKES IT EASIER TO HAVE THE RIGHT MINDSET FOR SUICIDE. TURN UP YOUR FURNACE TO 80 DEGREES. TAKE A VERY HOT BATH AND BUNDLE UP (IF GOING OUTSIDE OR JUST DO IT FOR THE HECK OF IT) I hope this works. This is what i plan on doing when things work out for me. So far I've tried a shoe lace (on for boots) but it broke and left an embarassing rope burn around my neck for about a week. I've tried twice since. The second time i upgraded to a cable (from a nintendo). It also broke. Today. December 6 twenty day from my 18th birthday I used a extension cord. I'd suggest it because they are very strong. I think anyway. The fixture I'm using consists of about ten nails nailed to a board in my garage. But I need to come up with something better because today when I heroically thought I was jumping to my death and I would meet god and all his holy angels. du du du. The cord didn't have a good grip and came untied . F##! me slowly. All this means that I will have to try this again when no one but me is home and I can go through the sacred suicidal ritual again . The show will go on temporaraly. Folk, I don't, my family doesn't, and my doctors don't think I will last very long. I WON'T SEE CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I'LL BE GRATEFULLY DEAD. I'LL BE SINGING IN THE BOTTOM OF THE GRAVE. AS HENDRIX SANG 'I DON'T LIVE TODAY! MAYBE TOMORROW BUT I JUST CAN'T SAY.' SO I THINK I'LL JUST FLOAT AWAY TO THAT BEAUTIFUL SONG.
GOOD NIGHT . SLEEP TIGHT