|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?
|13 Feb 2006||I am defective (damaged, broken, a mistake, flawed)
I am dirty (ugly, unclean, disgusting, impure)
I am incompetent (not good enough, inept, useless)
I am unwanted (unloved, unappreciated, uncherished)
I deserve to be abandoned (forgotten, unloved, left out)
I am weak (small, puny, feeble)
I am bad (awful, dreadful, evil, despicable)
I am pitiful (contemptible, miserable, insignificant)
I am nothing (worthless, invisible, unnoticed, empty)
I deserve criticism (condemnation, disapproval, destruction)
I feel ashamed (embarrassed, humiliated, dishonored)
|13 Feb 2006||Jessica||Most people are telling people not to do it, but I say, do it if you must, just remeber who you are leaving behind. If you wanna die quick, use cyanide gas.|
|13 Feb 2006||WHY MEE!!!||I'm really ugly and repulsive. Even strangers cringe when they see me, and I have never had a relationship and I'm 23. Like 90% of the boys I meet have girlfriends, or they pretend they do, because I am so absolutely ugly.
I'm not going to subject the world to my hideous face any longer! i used to cut my self and i might start doing it again!
I have serious mental health issues..I hate people... they all piss me off most of the time. No one is nice or considerate. Everyone only cares about themselves and have no consideration or anyone else. wanna die i am not fit for this world i hate my life and wish for death to greet me everyday god hates me made my life miserable i can't walk in public because i don't want people to see my ugly face. no girl will ever like me. im a wimp people pick on me take advantage of me i do nothing about it and everytime it happens i get more mad at myself for being such a fuckin retard i punish myself i bang my head and punch myself when i am "bad" but i can't help it i don't even care anymore
|13 Feb 2006||is there still hope!!||Reasons for committing suicide:
I am too lonely to live
I am too ugly to ever hope to attract a mate
I am too stupid to ever achieve any goals in life
I do not perform any vital function in life, and I will not be missed by anyone.
I am a waste of public resources
I am a waste of time
I bring misery - I have not de a positive input into enough lives to be considered to be worth it.
I would be of greater use to society dead, Im sure my body parts would enhance some one elses life. What little assets I have could be better used by other people
I do not want to be a burden on the world. I dont want people to get depressed trying to help me
I occasionally do stupid and nasty things to people I care about. I do not use enough tact
My life really is not getting better
I am too lonely, ugly and stupid to live
My pain is greater than my capacity and my resources to handle it.
I dont deserve to live. There are people more deserving than me.
I am really beyond help and not worth helping anyway
Ive tried to get help, but the focus seems to be on youth suicide prevention, obviously no one gives a shit about me., where was the help or support? Do the government think that people who lived through that are okay now? Do they think the pain goes away? Do they think we dont matter any more?
and that for that age group, suicide is a greater cause of death than road accidents, the focus is still on preventing youth suicide. We seem to be forgotten.
In addition, all (yes all!) of the programs Ive seen on suicide prevention make some stupid assumptions. Such as, ·
"There will be some friends or family to pick up the warning signs."
What if there isnt? What if the person is completely alone like I was?
"The person should be concerned about the feelings of those left behind."
Bullshit, once youre dead youre dead. Theres no concern, theres no nothing. Suicide is a way to escape the pain. Nothing matters anymore. You dont really give a shit for those you leave behind because they were never there for you anyway.
Also, a lot of help or supposed help out there is run by christians. For someone like me who cant relate to religion, that help is just not an option. Talk of jesus and being saved and shit like that just makes people more eager to get it over and done with, because it reminds us of how out of touch with society we are. Help has got to be something we can relate to, and its not religion, and its not some hip kids on the television. Its what we are, and sometimes maybe that means a computer geek type person. I dont have the answers to that.
No love in my life
No one in my life has ever loved me., I have low self esteem, and poor social skills. This hasnt made it easy to attract a partner in life, though I have tried. I have never had an adult relationship, and I believe that if I have not by now, I never will. There is no such thing as life without love, it is just an existence, from day to day. Its not a life.
There are lots of lonely people out there. Im sure it is a major cause of depression, and a major cause of suicide. Instead of ignoring this, the power that be should be doing something about it. Possibly a government sponsored meeting point? Maybe even a government run dating service? It is not as stupid as it seems. Im sure it makes financial sense considering the amount of productivity lost through depression and suicide.
No reasons to live
I fit all of the prime suicide categories. I am not of a clearly defined genderIm a native, Im mostly female, Im a member of a minority groups, Im disassociated from my family,, I have a bad financial position, Im depressed, I have no friends to speak of, .
Im sure, as I have no human contact other than shaking some ones hand or the people that bump into me. But I think they thought that would lead to something else, and they stuck by their stinking rules. Im not fucking stupid. I know that I cant form an emotional relationship with a counselor or doctor, but a hug would have helped I think, to ease my pain.
I guess if some one just cared it could have been different. I dont take drugs, dont smoke and dont drink. Im sure my body will provide some excellent spare body parts. The sad things is that I know my life could have been a lot different, and a lot more positive, if only some one could have seen these warning signs and taken some effort to show me that they cared.
A lot of life passes me by
I am simply too obtuse and stupid to live. I can't relate to the world, I don't understand a lot of it either. People talk to me about things at work and due to my stupid memory I forget things. One of my co-workers has had to remind me of things that I just keep on stuffing up about. I don't know some times, I seem to have complete memory blanks about the things that he is reminding me of. Other times he reminds me and I only remember then that he has told me before. I worry about this a lot, because I kind of work in customer service, and try to give our customers the best service that I can. But I am not able to.
Too much injustice in my life.
I think I am like a punching bay in many ways. Every time I stand up for my rights, some one comes along and hits me till I'm down again. I suppose I could talk about injustice in the world, but we all know a bit about that anyway.
Seen the movie Shrek? About the ugly ogre who falls in love with a beautiful princess? It is of course bullshit. No one sees inner beauty. They just see outer ugliness. I am very ugly.
Depression caused by harassment
For more than five years I have had to put up with constant harassment some people. They have spread lies and rumors about me far and wide, to the point that people who meet me for the first time have normally formed a negative opinion of me. I cant get a fair go. I get blamed for a myriad of things that I have nothing to do about. There is no point in defending myself because no one believes me. The extent of the lies He has spread have reached the point that people are conditioned into believing that I am a liar, and hence when I truthfully say I did not do something, that is then used as an example of me lying.
I can not win with them. I get blamed for comments other people make in my name on their web guest boards. I get blamed for comments that other people make. For example, there is a character other than me they dont like, that has been attributed to me. I had nothing to do with this person.
The people involved eagerly point out all of my faults, while ignoring their own.
The whole problem with this harassment is that it had been ongoing. While I try to keep a low profile, something always happens so that some bastard brings me into the spotlight again and the whole thing starts up again. It has been going on now for more than five years and I just can not handle it any moreAnd even then, Im sure the shit will still be going around for years to come.
Lack of family support
not once have anyone in my family ever said anything about being proud that I did it. Not one of the bastards.
It would have been nice if just once in their life that anyone of them could have ever said they were proud of my achievements.
Feelings of hopelessness
All of this is beyond my control, I cant do anything about it any more, and theres no point even trying.
Realization that my life never will just get better
My life has been shit for just too long now. For a long time I have lived in the hope that my life will one day get better. But I have released that this is a false hope. My life has not gotten any better at all. If anything, it has gotten a lot worse. . My health has also not improved, certainly my teeth and tiredness seem to get a lot worse.
Reasons for living
I have no reason to live. I am not indispensable.
My family will not care. They will argue over who gets what. It is my express wish that no person of my family ever be given a single thing that I own.
|13 Feb 2006||the better way to commit suicide is to fall in love with somebody you can not reach, and make sure that the best way to escape of all this hurt and suffering is to end your days right now.|
|13 Feb 2006||:-0||good god people will do any kind of shit these days!
a suicide kit to play with, well i hope no one takes this seriously!!!
|12 Feb 2006||SpookyPenguin||based on the last couple of posts, I guess mouchette has been finaly found out and judged. She is being criticised both cunstructive and nonconstructive critisism is fling at here.
It took me awhile to relise that this website is a forum, and with a forum comes diferent opinions. mouchette is only an artist with a very outgoing and strange personality. Sure her real names no mouchette, what ever. Who knows maybe mouchette is a database built by a company(Very unlikely.) Thought this website has remained relitivaly bliss throughout the years, it has never lost interest from those who hate it. This website is as complexe as love itself, Who is mouchette? Where does she come from? and Why did she make this?
This is the only website with a black hole in it, it never stops and it has almost no reason, but it remains close to people in the ways of hate and love.
Mouchette, has confused the human brain for some time now. Mouchette, you are a guinness.
And for the record, Im goign to go have lunch with Jimmi Hendrix, And Kurt Cobain. :3~
SpookyPenguin Signing off.
|12 Feb 2006||TADO||We are trying to help people with problems. If you want to commit suicide, stop the usage of drugs, and having problems with love, or family please email us! the website has been made since jan.27.06 but has not been opened due to the lack of stories, PLEASE let us help! http://tado.bravehost.com PLEASE SEND ME AN EMAIL OF YOUR STORY AND KEEP VISITING THE WEBSITE!!|
|12 Feb 2006||alex n||hi my name is alex n, i just wanted 2 say that i am going 2 commit suicide on tuesday, 14th feb, i would like 2 say sorry 2 jessie, caty obermiller, well thats all really, mouchette this is a class website and any1 who think it should be band is a wanker in my opinion, i would like 2 leave u with a song that means allot 2 me, just read the lyrics, they r very touching, well make u think,
rem everbody hurts
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on
’cause everybody hurts. take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. don’t throw your hand. oh, no. don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. and everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. so, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. you are not alone
this song means allot 2 me, well i gtg, well lifes a bitch and then u die, i am going 2 die, suicide is the answer. bye.
|12 Feb 2006||Benny||Help!, im not aloud out of my house. :( my mother keeps me in, she is not well. She beats me and if i hit bac sh puts me in the celler. Yesterday she saw me trying to go out side so the burnt me on the cooker.
Last week she had a man in the house who kept touching me, i didnt like it but my mother just sat there and watched him do it, he told me he will be back to finish me off. I dnt know what to do.
If any one has been in this situation please tell me what to do. I wana get out of here with out dieing.
|12 Feb 2006||Pittsy||The following are some signs of mental health problems in children, adolescents and young people. If they last for more than a few weeks, it may be time to seek professional help.
Inability to get along with other children.
Marked fall in school work.
Changes in usual sleeping or eating patterns.
Marked weight gain or loss.
Reluctance to go to school or take part in normal activities.
Restlessness, fidgeting and trouble concentrating.
Excessive disobedience or aggression.
Lack of energy or motivation.
Crying a lot.
Feeling hopeless or worthless.
Odd ideas or behaviours.
If children or young people have persistent thoughts about hurting themselves or wanting to die, they need urgent professional help.
If your like that and u have no parents, DAM! it ur fucked lol! wankers
|12 Feb 2006||Pittsy||well, if your wanting to kill your self there must me a good reson, or u a dick head. So if it your family, kill them. Dnt kill your self , take it out on others around you because it more fun.So if your depressed take it out on what ur pissed off with. If you need any ideas on what to do please do ask i will be very happy to go into description for you.
Have fun killing your family and friends!
|11 Feb 2006||farging a||i can't beleive you stupid selfish assholes actually consider bringing children into this world when all you do is complain about gas prices and whatnot, you stupid fucks, put your fucking necks in my wrists and i'll choke you one after the other, sheesh.|
|11 Feb 2006||sheila||just go to bed and never get up|
|11 Feb 2006||a joke||rather than post a boring story or comdey story: heres a joke
Chicken At The Movies:
A man approached the window of a movie theater with a chicken on his shoulder and asked for two tickets.
"Who's the other ticket for?" the ticket girl asked.
"For my pet chicken." He said, pointing to the bird.
"I'm sorry," the girl tells him, "but we don't allow animals in the theater."
The man walked around the corner of the building, and stuffed the chicken into his pants. He returned to the ticket window and bought a ticket, entered the theater, and sat down.
The chicken started to get too hot, so the man, figuring it was okay because it was dark to unzipped his pants and let the chicken stick its head out.
The woman seated next to him looked down in horror. She nudged her friend Amanda and whispered, "Amanda! This man next to me just unzipped his pants!"
Amanda replied, "Oh, don't worry about it. Just ignore him. If you've seen one, you've seen them all."
The woman whispered back, "I know, I know, but this one's eating my popcorn!"
"Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say.
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
Don't grumble, give a wistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
(the music fades into the song)
...always look on the bright side of life!
Always look on the bright side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten!
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps,
Just purse your lips and whistle -- that's the thing!
And... always look on the bright side of life...
(other start to join in)
Always look on the bright side of life...
For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow!
Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it -- it's the last chance anyhow!
So always look on the bright side of death!
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life
|11 Feb 2006||post this||"Mouchette" is the Net-based alter-ego of an anonymous artist whose actual identity is a closely guarded secret. Mouchette is a very young artist (not yet 13) who created her own website in October of 1996. Since then, she has taken part in numerous art manifestations, exhibitions and events in the artworld, and created a new part of her website each time.
mouchette is just a Web site of a (fictional, suicidal) 13-year-old girl, loosely based on the character from Robert Bresson's 1967 film.
Its for other people to play with not mouchette etc..
also if you hate mouchette you are welcome to post here some more: http://www.ihatemouchette.org/
while Mouchette is not a real person as in there is no physical being out there called Mouchette, browsers are invited to judge her, even hate her. This judging Mouchette as a person, begs the question is she a person? While people often judge characters in literature or history, Mouchette acts like a real person, even seems to engage with the browsers as a real person, and if she is treated like a real person, is she one, even though there is no 13-year-old body named Mouchette?"
|11 Feb 2006||Lucy Cortina||Last night I had a dream. My boobs expanded to airbag size as I was asleep and a group of cannibals invaded my room and dragged me out by my boobs. It was horrible! They took loads of photographs of my boobs to sell on ebay. Then they threw me onto a table, took out some carving knives and sliced into my boobs! Which was even more horrible. Air gushed out of them and I almost died on the spot thinking I'd end up in a mental asylum with saggy boobs and no lip gloss. I heaved myself off the table, thrusting one boob into one of the cannibals and the other into another. Blood sprayed everywhere as I spun around on the spot, my boobs flomping against each of their heads. I was like a sort of whirling 'boobie' dervish. After they were all dead - their heads splattered against the walls from the force of my boobs - I ran as fast as I could (topless and blood stained) into the lounge. I found some masking tape and taped my boobs up to stop the bleeding. It seemed to do the trick. I went back to bed and fell asleep. An hour later I awoke to discover my boobs bleeding again! Blood poured out onto my white silk virginal bedsheets...and then, my right boobie exploded!!! OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!
Then I woke up. This message is proof of the pain I am still suffering from abuse at the hands of Mouchette. The nightmares just won't stop. Please make them stop.
|11 Feb 2006||confused!!!||umm what the fuck is this link:
|11 Feb 2006||most people know its no real!!its for thr the fans of the movie mouchette to sign up a edit.mouchette.org..
and play mouchette it is all a game!
if you want to complain some more haters go here:
|11 Feb 2006||JaniNe||mangez un papillon de monarque... ou peut-être trois