|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?
|03 Dec 2008||Chris||when you try so hard and so long without success, when you can not sleep st night and the pain is crushing you. When there is nobody who undderstands you and the ones you talk to laugh at you. When people tell you "thats the stupiest thing to do". When you are 30 and you never felt love in your life - neither to give nor to take. When everything around you annoys you. When you wear a mask in front of everyone to keep your job and not to be thrown in an mental institute, because nobody understands you. When you are different and you cant say why. When nothing that you ever do really is fun. When youu cant remember the last time that you laughed. When you keep crying at night and there is nobody to care for you. When loneliness is the way of life. When you are too ugly and no girl considers you... When all hope is gone and despite waiting big time, it doesnt feel better. When you dont believe in miracles any longer.... all that is me. And dont you dare telling me that I dont have right for it!|
|14 Nov 2008||cecilia||Hey my name is Cecilia and yea ive had enough to read of this suicide nonsense but i mean im willing to listen to you if you have problems no one should encourage anyone to commit suicide thats not the answer for any problems whats so ever. If you really want to commit suicide or on the verge of doing it just email me email@example.com. look not to get religous or anyhting but shit if god (i am christian) put you through the horrible situations he did then what makes you think he went help you get out of them? not everyones life is going to go perfect your going to have the good things and the bad things break ups and divorces losing people you love and any other problems you got but i promise you, you will get over it and life will go on. it wont be the end of the world for you if something bad happens to you or anyone else becuse thats what life is it helps you grow and learn lessons each day you may not like them but everyones going to go thru them so please dont kill yourself please i recenntly lost a really good friends of mine his name was A.J. Munoz and he comitted suice not to long ago it was a day before his birthday august 10 i believe well yea that hurt me so much im still not over it to this day but like i said life goes on so just remeber that if you feel as if your life isnt gunna get any better because it will and i can promise you that it may not be the very next day or the next month but just hold your head up high cause you gotta people that love and care for you that you may not know like me like i said if you ever need to talk just write me firstname.lastname@example.org haha cause other girl will stick to your side like i will and i put my word on that<333
|13 Oct 2008||crystal||The Quest - by Wystan Hugh Auden
I. The Door
Out of it steps our future, through this door
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.
Great persons eye it in the twilight for
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
The foaming inundation at a roar.
We pile our all against it when afraid,
And beat upon its panels when we die:
By happening to be open once, it made
Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.
II. The Preparations
All had been ordered weeks before the start
From the best firms at such work: instruments
To take the measure of all queer events,
And drugs to move the bowels or the heart.
A watch, of course, to watch impatience fly,
Lamps for the dark and shades against the sun;
Foreboding, too, insisted on a gun,
And coloured beads to soothe a savage eye.
In theory they were sound on Expectation,
Had there been situations to be in;
Unluckily they were their situation:
One should not give a poisoner medicine,
A conjurer fine apparatus, nor
A rifle to a melancholic bore.
III. The Crossroads
Two friends who met here and embraced are gone,
Each to his own mistake; one flashes on
To fame and ruin in a rowdy lie,
A village torpor holds the other one,
Some local wrong where it takes time to die:
This empty junction glitters in the sun.
So at all quays and crossroads: who can tell
These places of decision and farewell
To what dishonour all adventure leads,
What parting gift could give that friend protection,
So orientated his vocation needs
The Bad Lands and the sinister direction?
All landscapes and all weathers freeze with fear,
But none have ever thought, the legends say,
The time allowed made it impossible;
For even the most pessimistic set
The limit of their errors at a year.
What friends could there be left then to betray,
What joy take longer to atone for; yet
Who could complete without the extra day
The journey that should take no time at all?
IV. The Traveler
No window in his suburb lights that bedroom where
A little fever heard large afternoons at play:
His meadows multiply; that mill, though, is not there
Which went on grinding at the back of love all day.
Nor all his weeping ways through weary wastes have found
The castle where his Greater Hallows are interned;
For broken bridges halt him, and dark thickets round
Some ruin where an evil heritage was burned.
Could he forget a child's ambition to be old
And institutions where it learned to wash and lie,
He'd tell the truth for which he thinks himself too young,
That everywhere on his horizon, all the sky,
Is now, as always, only waiting to be told
To be his father's house and speak his mother tongue.
V. The City
In villages from which their childhoods came
Seeking Necessity, they had been taught
Necessity by nature is the same
No matter how or by whom it be sought.
The city, though, assumed no such belief,
But welcomed each as if he came alone,
The nature of Necessity like grief
Exactly corresponding to his own.
And offered them so many, every one
Found some temptation fit to govern him,
And settled down to master the whole craft
Of being nobody; sat in the sun
During the lunch-hour round the fountain rim,
And watched the country kids arrive, and laughed.
VI. The First Temptation
Ashamed to be the darling of his grief,
He joined a gang of rowdy stories where
His gift for magic quickly made him chief
Of all these boyish powers of the air;
Who turned his hungers into Roman food,
The town's asymmetry into a park;
All hours took taxis; any solitude
Became his flattered duchess in the dark.
But, if he wished for anything less grand,
The nights came padding after him like wild
Beasts that meant harm, and all the doors cried Thief;
And when Truth had met him and put out her hand,
He clung in panic to his tall belief
And shrank away like an ill-treated child.
VII. The Second Temptation
His library annoyed him with its look
Of calm belief in being really there;
He threw away a rival's boring book,
And clattered panting up the spiral stair.
Swaying upon the parapet he cried:
"O Uncreated Nothing, set me free,
Now let Thy perfect be identified,
Unending passion of the Night, with Thee."
And his long-suffering flesh, that all the time
Had felt the simple cravings of the stone
And hoped to be rewarded for her climb,
Took it to be a promise when he spoke
That now at last she would be left alone,
And plunged into the college quad, and broke.
VIII. The Third Temptation
He watched with all his organs of concern
How princes walk, what wives and children say,
Re-opened old graves in his heart to learn
What laws the dead had died to disobey,
And came reluctantly to his conclusion:
"All the arm-chair philosophies are false;
To love another adds to the confusion;
The song of mercy is the Devil's Waltz."
All that he put his hand to prospered so
That soon he was the very King of creatures,
Yet, in an autumn nightmare trembled, for,
Approaching down a ruined corridor,
Strode someone with his own distorted features
Who wept, and grew enormous, and cried Woe.
IX. The Tower
This is an architecture for the old;
Thus heaven was attacked by the afraid,
So once, unconsciously, a virgin made
Her maidenhead conspicuous to a god.
Here on dark nights while worlds of triumph sleep
Lost Love in abstract speculation burns,
And exiled Will to politics returns
In epic verse that makes its traitors weep.
Yet many come to wish their tower a well;
For those who dread to drown, of thirst may die,
Those who see all become invisible:
Here great magicians, caught in their own spell,
Long for a natural climate as they sigh
"Beware of Magic" to the passer-by.
X. The Presumptuous
They noticed that virginity was needed
To trap the unicorn in every case,
But not that, of those virgins who succeeded,
A high percentage had an ugly face.
The hero was as daring as they thought him,
But his peculiar boyhood missed them all;
The angel of a broken leg had taught him
The right precautions to avoid a fall.
So in presumption they set forth alone
On what, for them, was not compulsory,
And stuck half-way to settle in some cave
With desert lions to domesticity,
Or turned aside to be absurdly brave,
And met the ogre and were turned to stone.
XI. The Average
His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those fine professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.
The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.
So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes,
The silence roared displeasure:
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.
Incredulous, he stared at the amused
Official writing down his name among
Those whose request to suffer was refused.
The pen ceased scratching: though he came too late
To join the martyrs, there was still a place
Among the tempters for a caustic tongue
To test the resolution of the young
With tales of the small failings of the great,
And shame the eager with ironic praise.
Though mirrors might be hateful for a while,
Women and books would teach his middle age
The fencing wit of an informal style,
To keep the silences at bay and cage
His pacing manias in a worldly smile.
XIII. The Useful
The over-logical fell for the witch
Whose argument converted him to stone,
Thieves rapidly absorbed the over-rich,
The over-popular went mad alone,
And kisses brutalised the over-male.
As agents their importance quickly ceased;
Yet, in proportion as they seemed to fail,
Their instrumental value was increased
For one predestined to attain their wish.
By standing stones the blind can feel their way,
Wild dogs compel the cowardly to fight,
Beggars assist the slow to travel light,
And even madmen manage to convey
Unwelcome truths in lonely gibberish.
XIV. The Way
Fresh addenda are published every day
To the encyclopedia of the Way,
Linguistic notes and scientific explanations,
And texts for schools with modernised spelling and illustrations.
Now everyone knows the hero must choose the old horse,
Abstain from liquor and sexual intercourse,
And look out for a stranded fish to be kind to:
Now everyone thinks he could find, had he a mind to,
The way through the waste to the chapel in the rock
For a vision of the Triple Rainbow or the Astral Clock,
Forgetting his information comes mostly from married men
Who liked fishing and a flutter on the horses now and then.
And how reliable can any truth be that is got
By observing oneself and then just inserting a Not?
XV. The Lucky
Suppose he'd listened to the erudite committee,
He would have only found where not to look;
Suppose his terrier when he whistled had obeyed,
It would not have unearthed the buried city;
Suppose he had dismissed the careless maid,
The cryptogram would not have fluttered from the book.
"It was not I," he cried as, healthy and astounded,
He stepped across a predecessor's skull;
"A nonsense jingle simply came into my head
And left the intellectual Sphinx dumbfounded;
I won the Queen because my hair was red;
The terrible adventure is a little dull."
Hence Failure's torment: "Was I doomed in any case,
Or would I not have failed had I believed in Grace?"
XVI. The Hero
He parried every question that they hurled:
"What did the Emperor tell you?" "Not to push."
"What is the greatest wonder of the world?"
"The bare man Nothing in the Beggar's Bush."
Some muttered: "He is cagey for effect.
A hero owes a duty to his fame.
He looks too like a grocer for respect."
Soon they slipped back into his Christian name.
The only difference that could be seen
From those who'd never risked their lives at all
Was his delight in details and routine:
For he was always glad to mow the grass,
Pour liquids from large bottles into small,
Or look at clouds through bits of coloured glass.
Others had found it prudent to withdraw
Before official pressure was applied,
Embittered robbers outlawed by the Law,
Lepers in terror of the terrified.
But no one else accused these of a crime;
They did not look ill: old friends, overcome,
Stared as they rolled away from talk and time
Like marbles out into the blank and dumb.
The crowd clung all the closer to convention,
Sunshine and horses, for the sane know why
The even numbers should ignore the odd:
The Nameless is what no free people mention;
Successful men know better than to try
To see the face of their Absconded God.
XVIII. The Adventurers
Spinning upon their central thirst like tops,
They went the Negative Way towards the Dry;
By empty caves beneath an empty sky
They emptied out their memories like slops,
Which made a foul marsh as they dried to death,
Where monsters bred who forced them to forget
The lovelies their consent avoided; yet,
Still praising the Absurd with their last breath,
They seeded out into their miracles:
The images of each grotesque temptation
Became some painter's happiest inspiration,
And barren wives and burning virgins came
To drink the pure cold water of their wells,
And wish for beaux and children in their name.
XIX. The Waters
Poet, oracle, and wit
Like unsuccessful anglers by
The ponds of apperception sit,
Baiting with the wrong request
The vectors of their interest,
At nightfall tell the angler's lie.
With time in tempest everywhere,
To rafts of frail assumption cling
The saintly and the insincere;
Enraged phenomena bear down
In overwhelming waves to drown
Both sufferer and suffering.
The waters long to hear our question put
Which would release their longed-for answer, but.
XX. The Garden
Within these gates all opening begins:
White shouts and flickers through its green and red,
Where children play at seven earnest sins
And dogs believe their tall conditions dead.
Here adolescence into number breaks
The perfect circle time can draw on stone,
And flesh forgives division as it makes
Another's moment of consent its own.
All journeys die here: wish and weight are lifted:
Where often round some old maid's desolation
Roses have flung their glory like a cloak,
The gaunt and great, the famed for conversation
Blushed in the stare of evening as they spoke
And felt their centre of volition shifted.
|13 Oct 2008||Christmas Jones||Kurt Vonnegut put it best,
"No damn cat, no damn cradle."
In other words everything is fucking absurd. I mean have you looked at the debt lately,
10 trillion fucking dollars, the giant sign that is supposed to keep track of the debt doesn't even have enough spaces for that number. Everything is absurd. Suicide is a fine idea these days, I just hope everything is not as absurd on the other side. Is heaven in a bloody recession too!?!
|16 Aug 2008||Hazel.||For the past year and a half iv been seeing a psychiatrist/psychologist and she just told me that she can't do anything to help me. I selfharm, though I've only cut twice in the past 7months (woo) and only done minimal things on the odd occasion. I have my reasons, but I thought I was moving on, 6months is a freaking long time for someone who did it around every second day for 2years straight. My parents just got a letter through, my psychiartist has reffered me to a mental clinic, and im crapping myself. They've asked for my parents to go with me, which is stupid, coz iv never talked to my parents about anything serious. When they found out I cut myself, we talked about it for about an hour, and that was more than a year and a half ago. When I found the letter, I cried for 10minutes, and don't want to go. I haven't talked to or looked my parents in the eye since I read it, but Im dreading the time they talk to me about it. It's on the 2nd of september, and I don't want to go. Sure it might help, but... whatever.
If there's any christians (or non christians that want to help) i'd love it if you could pray for me. I don't know how I'm going to go through with it, but I know I need to.
Woaw, how positive am I :)
I'm worried, coz my mind is making me want to smoke and drink, thinking it will help, but I wont let it get into my life. I want to be happy and not constantly analysing my life, my thoughts and everything I do/say. Im not satisphied with what I have or am now, I used to be, but something changed.
Please pray for me, it'd give me confidence and maybe help me talk to my parents/ psychiatrist. I'd love to be able to be open and not scared. Please pray, I want to be happy, and not have to worry about not being happy.
You can email me with words of enthusiasm if you must XD
Wouldn't mind it a bit.
|14 Aug 2008||JESUS CHRIST ATTORNEY AT LAW||smoke cigarettes, it's common sense.
|23 Jul 2008||chris||Christ, do I have to be so obvious as to drill the answer into your skull? - Wait, Ill be killing you and that will be putting you out of your misery So here is my second attempt at an answer: DONT COMMIT SUICIDE! Throwing your life away is some mamby pamby, nuevo riche thing that most people think about, and for some reason or other they are still alive and thinking about it and not dead and not thinking about it or not reading this tripe! God, my great grandparents fled Alsace with nothing but the clothes on their backs in 1880 just so they wouldnt get killed in the Franco-Prussian war, moved to America and worked 10 hours a day, six days a week to make a living. Did they think about how bad it was? Did they think of committing suicide? HELL NO!!!! They were too damn busy struggling to put food on the table to think of such crap. They had the balls to deal with lifeDo me a favor kid; find a hobby to occupy your time and forget this suicide shtick before you or someone really zap themselves.|
|21 Jul 2008||Chris Schnieder||Dude, THATS NOT THE QUESTION! When I was your age I thought of committing suicide, then I realized that the question was: When will I get my first kiss (or get some while your parents are away,) go to the Big City, have my first drink while no ones looking, read a porno mag for the first time, look at a dinosaur in a museum for the first time, see an X-rated video, collect my first trilobite while fossil hunting, etc. I suffered from an undiagnosed mental illness until I was twenty four and I made it with the help of my family, friends and psychiatry. Get help, get out of the house and experience life, go to the library, get a hobby, ANYTHING! Life does suck at times but it doesnt improve if you are not living.
|17 Jul 2008||okay this is absolutely ridiculous. suicide is the most pathetic form of dealing with your problems. it solves nothing. for you christians out there who are saying heaven is better than this life, ill enlighten you on the rules of going to heaven. one is, if you commit suicide, free ticket to hell. there is nothing, barring extreme, and i mean extreme PHYSICAL pain, with no end possible. life is such a miracle, such a complex web of absolute chances that it does NOT deserve to be snuffed out because of some stupid event, like ur mom doesnt believe you about something stupid. it doesnt EVER deserve to be ended out by outside forces. life is not something you play with, its a "new toy". fuck all you guys, dont kill yourselves there is always a silver lining, and if u feel that ur life is in the dumps, then it cant get worse. it can only get better.|
|28 Jun 2008||Jan||Take a bath....with a plugged in toaster. Hardest thing about that way is cleaning up the mess afterwards.
best regards jan
|15 Jun 2008||eternal bliss||whilst i was watching transporter two i said something. it has become a famous quote by me.
whats up with this guy and all these rules. have you seen my crow bar?...my back itches. and i swear that crow bar is the best back scratcher ever.
so anyway. back to that guy on the movie. he drives these flashy cars and wears these nice clothes and acts kinda cocky. and i was thinking these things do not please the lord jesus christ. you see god dosent care about what you have or what you can do. he just wants you to not sin. and most people do not want to turn from thier sins. you must turn to him first and be sincere about serving him and letting him rule your life. if you mock him he wont come to you. he is like this because he wont force himself upon you. its your choice. a lot of people have false ideals about god. that he came to make peace on earth. he came to bring a sword.
you have a problem. your life isnt working. turn to him with a sincere heart and he will help you. if your life is unlivable and you have no answers and you feel empty inside ask him, invite him into your life. that void you feel he will fill it with love.
if you turn to him and obey him he will help make your life livable.
just so you know i am not saying it is possible that you never sin again.
|08 Jun 2008||Rodge||I thought of killing myself once or twice, when I was a lot younger. Then my heart nearly did it for me. A month in hospital gives you a whole new perspective on the world outside. XD
To be honest, I couldn't do it anyway. There's just so much world out there. There are things to do and people to meet and songs to sing and I sound like the end of the Phantom Tollbooth, don't I?
But here and now, where I am, it is 2:28 am on the 9th of June 2008. After today, it'll never be that date again. Enjoy it, because it'll be September before you know it. Then it'll be Christmas, then it'll be 2009 and we'll have another year under our belts.
Why not rack up a few days out in the sun before then? Sitting outside with the sun on my face and looking up at the clouds contrasting with the beautifully blue sky... well, it cheers me up.
I know it sounds like utter bullshit when they tell you to get more fresh air if you're unhappy, but there is something in it. I promise.
Remember that you are loved. By me, if there's nobody else you can think of. Because I do love you. There are people who are glad you are alive. Even if they haven't met you.
|02 Jun 2008||ktnsara||just dont fuckin do it u losers christians are well fuckin sick in fact all religion is fucked up!!!!!!!!!!|
|31 May 2008||chris||ana my name is chris i dont normally email but you remind me so much of my girlfriend she was anorexic as well she killed herself in 2004 it has totally ruined my life i hope you get so help you are so young and have so much to live for if you wana email feel free email@example.com|
|27 May 2008||revalation||gorgie bushs purpose in life is almost over. you see god almighty ordained him to become ruler of the land to help bring true what the holy bible says about the antichrist coming to power. the whole one world government one money system. you see bush is a globalist for reasons of money. he may not even know god is using him to bring about the apocolypse.
even if you dont believe in god or the bible it is an interesting converstaion piece. how many years ago it was written and how the similarities are there that bush could be the precursor to the antichrist.
next up... hilary clinton and is she the antichrist?
(just shoot me in the face)
i would also like to extend my probably worthless apology to the nonamerican world. isnt it ironic how im getting screwed by america but when this country is overpowered im still one of the bad guys and will probably get my head chopped off.
if you are an american now is a good time to consider wholeheartedly suicide. i mean if you are an american you have to look foward to tourture rape being killed. and then more tourture.
did you think the Holocaust was bad?
|17 May 2008||CHRIS||My name is Chris im 21 i have been sick for a long time ive been to the doctor i dont have insurance i dont make much money so theres not much i can do rite now people think im crazy they think its my nervs sucide has cross my mind more than once but im a fighter im not looking for a easy way out of life nethier shuold anybody else just remeber this A HOPLESS DOG IS BETTER THAN A DEAD LOIN!!!!!!|
|27 Apr 2008||Christine||This is crazy to think that you could even think about doing that at such a young age!!!
Ok I have thought about it also but it is not the answer. I know all of the reasons to do it also. I have been there. I was the one that everyone bullied in school, the one who never had a friend or a b/f, and don't even mention the abusive father at home beating the crap out of my mom and us kids. I even got to the point that I had the gun barrel in my mouth and the finger on the trigger. I was only 15 at the time. There is an alternative, facing those problems with people that are willing to help and living to see another day. I am 25 years old now and I have my own house, husband, and a 2 year old to live for. I only imagine that I would have never saw this if I had pulled that trigger and gotten help that day. There is so much more that have been through in the last 10yrs. that it is ridiculos. People are suprised that I have not tried it again. Everything that I have been through would take more than a page to tell. I don't have either of my mom to turn to for help.
The thing is that there are people here to listen. I am one of them. If I could save a life I would do it now. I know the string is short, but if you want someone who has been there, please contact me. Please. You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com
|30 Mar 2008||christine||my family and friends suck. i dont think i will be having anyone to help me move..... everyone and everything sucks!!!!!|
|25 Mar 2008||Chris||Now tell me if this is odd. I want to kill myself or die in some other fashion, so I can get out of this world. I hate humans, I hate this world, I hate this life. I really wonder what happens when you die. I don't want to be human, I know that much. Animals are nice, but still... I want to know what happens when you die. And what better way to find out than by killing yourself? I'm sure this sounds odd. But then again we are all a little messed up in the head I think. I just don't like it here, I want to get out of this world, and away from humans. I want to know what happens when I die, and since I don't like it here, I don't want to wait for myself to die in 60 years or whatever. What would really be sad though, is if I died, and came back as a human again. That would really piss me off. But then again, I wouldn't know it. I guess it all depends on what you think happens when you die. None of us really know, and I don't think we ever will. But I wouldn't mind killing myself to find out. Although I am chicken >.< But I'll get around to it some time, I hope. Many people say, if you don't like your life, change it. Well, I would have to say to them, it can't be changed in the way I want it to be changed. This world is completely screwed up. Humans are generally evil, and we are all killing each other anyway. Why not kill myself? First of all, money. What is the deal with money? I think it's the stupidest thing around! Money truly is the root of human evil. People are killed over money. The world is destroyed over money. Money is evil. Humans are evil. You should be allowed to kill yourself. You should be allowed to kill someone who is on their deathbed if they want you to. But noooo. Everyone wants to save you. Everyone wants to save everyone else. They want to keep you alive when your 90 years old and have so many problems your confined to a hospital bed. That is so so stupid. Why? Really... why? Let them go. If someone wants to leave this world, let them leave in peace. Don't try to keep them alive. If they are trying to kill themselves they are meant to kill themselves. Stop intervening. I really am sorry, this seems to have turned into a rant of sorts. I just have a lot on my chest. Things I really don't like about this world and the people in it. This is all why I want to die and leave this place. And since I obviously can't depend on anyone else to do the job for me, I will have to do it myself. But no, I'm not going to jump up, go out, and try to kill myself. I believe an opportunity will present itself in due time. I do not believe in God, Heaven, and Hell. But I do believe there is some type of higher power, as we are higher than animals. And that there is fate and destiny... AND freewill. Your life is planned out for you, but you do alter that plan. So however you alter it, it is still a plan. So for instance, if you want to kill yourself, like me for example, and you do succeed, your life path ended at you killing yourself. Meaning it was MEANT to happen. Anyway, please feel free to email me and talk with me. Please do. I would like to hear from you. chris604gcom [@] hotmail [.] com|
|24 Mar 2008||alex N||hey its been a while since i have last posted on here but i thought i would pop on n say hey.. anyway i just wanna tell every1 now about atlancia and the main reason why i do not want to be here on this planet. but first i just wanna let ppl know that i do not have the coping resurses of the average person cuz i do suffer from clinical dperession witch is meh. but hey i lean to live with it i learn how to survive. anyway what is atlancia. well in a short word it is my planet. its where i wanna b. i belive it is part of limbo (limbovia) when we die we will go there and go 2 any planet there what we wanna, atlancia is a technology/christian planet with christianity and god right at the center. basically there is so much to say but i have no idea where 2 start.. so
atlancia started out about 8 years ago as a kinda space ship lol, and then it was officially made into a planet in 2005, since then its just grown and grown into the huge place it is today not to mention the number of planets connected to it. well that is gods plan,, the new earth. i am the admin well co-creator of atlancia and i have tried to kill myself 19 times to go there, still not got lucky yet. although the next oppitunity will be in august where i wont get stood up i hope. becuase the onli way that i reli wanna die is by gun but i always have a blade on be so if things get that desperate i guess i can just cut my wrists. nyhoo atlancia is miles better than this planet could be. technology makes sure of that, there is no money on atlancia so you are not a slave to it! although you are limited on what you can get each day but all the stuff is repoduced by computers anyway so it doesnt reli matrter, all elci comes from the sun well 6 suns that atlancia has even though the average outside temp on A is around -220c other planets are hotter we are one of the coldest. uhhh there is so much more i could go on about but im not gna cuz i cant think str8, n as 4 this hittin rock bottom thing. i hit that along time ago n then i found god and at leaste he has made me kinda happy cuz i no that when i do die i will be dyin for something amazing.. atlancia (limbovia) the futer of earth, well thats whats been in my head for the last 8 years anyway.. thanks