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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?
|09 May 2005||Cai||Iris,
That was the most awesome piece of writing that I have ever read in my life.
You know something though... you mentioned metaphsyical existance... the basis of metaphsyics is that the expression of the universe works on the same principle as a holograms (a mass of wave lengths inconecting in a manner that is recieved by the human brain literally as a constant stream of wavelength; arbiterory reality is non existance as the human brain has as been clincially proven to work on the same basis; therefore we are the equivelent of holograms (that is, we precieve information in the same manner) and the world is holographic (that is, it exists are a mass of wavelengths, not as a contruct reality)
Have you heard of quantum entanglement? This is when two particles will move in exactly the same manner, mirroring each other, no matter what distance is between them. This contracticts Einstein's theory that nothing (including information) can travel faster than the speed of light, because speed and time are proportional. It is literally impossible. The only way entanglement can exist is if the two atoms are connected as some level that is more fundermental than we realize; thus the basis of the theory of metaphysics.
Anyway, that might seem a little irrevlent but it's not. It means that we exist in world where arbitory reality doesn't actually exist. Moreover, we are all interconnected at a level that is impossible to get away; just like quatum entanglement every atom of your body is connected at this level to every atom on the surface of the sun, one every atom on my body. We are all infinately connected; it has been proven by modern science.
In practical terms it means that you should get upset about people dieing, people having shit lives. It is literally impossible for them not be born again; by this model it is consciousness that creates the phsyical manifestion of the human brain, not the other way around.
There is nothing that you can't do, can't believe. There is nothing stopping you, even death doesn't matter because your consciouness will be rediributed at you will be born again.
You don't need to feel bad, you don't need to even care. Reality is just completely fucking arbitarory, and it basically doesn't matter. So create your own, that's what I say.
|09 May 2005||Seb||hey, im 14 and im having a tough time in my life. My father hates me...my friends are starting to turn on me...my mom just called me an asshole. I cant take this anymore. The past 5 years have been hell. I could make u cry with some of the shit i could tell you.. i could even make you sick to your stomach. I try to be understod my people. But nobody listens to me. Nobody understands me. im on edge. i have no1 to talk to...i just feel like my life is falling apart around me. i feel like i cant do anything about it. i have no1 to turn to. i dont know weather to laugh or cry. i fail to see the point in puttin sum1 through pain...i also fail to see the point in this website and the sick fuck that created it. but in a twisted way i can understand it. i almost got myself killed on friday night. I do motorsport and i built my own car..capeable of almost 200MPH...i was going down the road and the throttle got stuck and i almost hit a fucking wall. this was a huge wake up call. im so lost...i dont know what to do...im afraid of myself even...i try to avoid hurting myself and others around me...its amaxing how much people suddenly care when u try and kil yourself...its also amazing how fast they begin to terrorize you about it..taunting you into trying to do it again! SOUND FAMILIAR LEE MARTIN YOU CUNT! I hope you die a painfull death you asshole! you have caused me nothing but pain and i wish you nothing but the same. i hope sum1 i know reads this and realises what i am going through...and dosent geve me shit for my mistakes...and insted trys to pretend to be your friend. dont you ever fucking pretend....pretending to be sum1s friend just so the dont take there life is just as bad as hating them and causing it..for those of you that think this is a joke. i need help before i fucking lose controll|
|09 May 2005||DEEZ NUTS||i was just pondering a thing or two when i thought i would make a post on my lovely mouchette's web site.
the first thing i was pondering is why do people look at suicide as a negitive thing? many of my family members and friends have commited suicide and we are all very open and understanding about it. we didnt even call the cops. we just dug a whole in the back yard and put them in it. no biggie. i guess there is a lot of people out there who are extremeists and want to push thier pouint of view on others. posting on this site call 1800 suicide. we can help. help with what? pain killers so the razors edge dosent cause as much pain? why cant you tight asses just keep your damn noses out off others asses? and now just to make it fair....
the second thing i was pondering was are these extremists point of view on target? and i thought about all the people who may be "a little slow" or suffering from depression or psycotic or whatever. and i still come to the same conclusion. what business is it of yours, and who died and made them god to say this is wrong and i have the right to lock you in a room with soft walls and a straght jacket and feed you dope that will, in time, make your mental condition worse. what a bunch of power tripping i am holier than thou in my suit and tie with my education. you fuckers think you can take advantage of us. the we. at the bottom of the totom pole while you sit back and get fat of of the not so fortunate as you. you sorry bitches. walk in my shoes for a week and see if your not suicidal.
|08 May 2005||Sam||Is there anybody out there who dus the same as me? they cut their arms but they dnt do it to die, they d it because the trickle of blood ebbs their pain away...gives them release and takes them away to a much nicer place? i do not want to die but i do not want the pain tht this life throws me, so i cut my arms without wanting to die, although i have attempted suicide 2ce through overdoses, but have woken up both times. if there is anyone else out there who dus the same as me please can they email me on email@example.com . thanx.|
|08 May 2005||Margaret Warmington||what happends when u dont have anyfriends... u used to be really popular. you friend isnt your freind anymore. i want to commit suicide.. but i want to live. i am 12 years old. i dont want to miss out.. but i want to be with god.. what do i do???|
|08 May 2005||anonomous||Is suicide the only way you can see forward? no it isnt, there are other paths. Im 16 and i live in a house were favouritism is a major problem. my mom prefers my brother more than me, and he gets worshipped, not his fault tho. in the meanwhile, mum finds things to start on me with, which usually ends up with her tellin me how bad i am, how im a disgrace, how shes ashamed, how im a mistake, picking up on any little thing i do wrong and exploting it to seem 10 times worse. this has been happenein since i was about 13, and i have no confidence, and i do hate myself because of what my mom says. She hasnt been speaking to me for a week and two days, because she went to far with the insults, and it hurts like hell. it may not be physicall, but after time it starts to get u down and shes convinced me im an awful person. I have, many a time, considered suicide, once i drank 2 bottles of paracetamol but infortunatly i didnt suceed, as i am writing now. i may be physically alive, but emotionally she has destroyed me totally. i cant think of another thing i can do, i do everything in my power ti please her, do the shopping cleaning up, serve her hand and foot, my bro just plays video games in his room all day, yet it is me who is awful. i have bad dyslexia, and thats a shame on the family, im gunna be nothing wen i grow up, im pathetic, im stupid im no use, she even critises when i help, she goes "oooh so u helped big fucking deal" and i dont no what to do.But i have 6 close friends who care for me, and these are the only people who i have in this life as the rest of the family just copy mum and call me names, dad sometimes goes as far as calling me a dirty whoare/dog/bitch, and it has severly depressed me. i cant concentrate on anything because i jus sleep all day crying because i cant stand life. but theres nothing i can do about them, so i try and concentrate on the life i have away from them because of the heartache they have caused me to suffer. so dont commit suicide, there is always another way, seriously. try ure best and think positive if possible, i no its hard because i know because i have serious depression. but there is always another way, please font take ure life, we only get one life, this is ure only chance dont waste it please. xxxxxxxxx|
|08 May 2005||Laura||It's the same as killing yourself when you're 17 so.....I can't help you sweetie...|
|08 May 2005||charlotte||i'm 14 n just lost my mum 7 weeks ago n i can't take it. my friends keep saying its ok 2 cry when i cant i have slit mi wrists ever since she died n keep it covered. no one nos what goes on inside my head its just so confussing. i have been raped by my brother and been kicked out of my house i try to keep smiling but things like that just dont happen i am always depressed and no one can help me if anyone can relate plz e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org|
|08 May 2005||Artimas||Ok whoever used my email and is named aruther can count himself as good as dead now.
Any way Maggie sounds like 'God' has
been keeping you buisy baby. I hope to have more inciteful talks with you.
|08 May 2005||shannon||k hey people i will tell u what my pastyear has been like for me! its not as bad as what people are sayin on the site! any ways i had this best friend since about grade 3 or 4 but when we started middle school she changed but i still hung in there for her and now im in grade 8 and she has made my life a living hell ok she started hanging around with druggies and wrote shit about me on the internet and one night she came over for a sleepover and stole my diary!!! i mean come on! and she started rumers about me to other people! so one day at school i got really pissed off at her and beat the living shit out of her! (she is really skinny and sucks at fighting) and i became really depressed and starting cutting really bad! and no one knew! and then she started more shit about me and this guy made an msn accunt pretending to be me over winter break and got a whole shit load of people mad at me so i went back to school and i got jumped and it was pretty bad i had a black eye and almost a broken nose! i hated it so i started cutting more and more and it almost became addictive kind of and i tryed to commit sucide cuz i thought this shit would never end also i dont have friends in school im the loner who sits in the back of the room and listens to my disman. that is what people say about me! i get made fun of cuz of my looks(i have short hair and im a girl so they cal me a boy)i hate it! then during spring break this guy wrote shit on this girls website predending to be me and got shit load of people mad at me and so when i got back to school 2 people beat me up really badly! so i said fuck it theres nothing left to live y bother so again i tryed to commit sucide with a razor blade and a knife! see my home life was alright even thou my brother is a big stoner and doesnt stop yelling at my dad and my dad is a pot head and a drunk and my mom she is the sweetest person never i love her!!!!!!!!!!! then school got a little bit better but i still had no friends and still got picked on for my looks! i go to this church called bethel mennoite church it is a really good church (im the only one that goes from my family) theres a thing called youth there and i go there with some really cool people that dont judge u by ur looks or any thing like that and i felt a whole lot better! so please before sucide try goin to a church or a community thing with kids that arnt mean or something like that! now im 14 in grade 8 my name is shannon and im still cutting im workin to stop! free feel to e-mail me or add me on msn my e-mail is email@example.com (i know i made it up in grade 4) or firstname.lastname@example.org i hope things go better for u people mine is kind of
love u all,
|08 May 2005||confused||Im 13 and my life has been reli horrible ive tried to commit suiside but everytime i try there is always somthing stopping me i have a younger sister who always gets the attention from my mom and dad and my parents are always on her side my mom tells me she loves me i dont believe her because when she says she does i feel she doesn't she doesnt treat me like she loves me im totally invisible to her my friends hate me and im all alone ive thought of running away but i just feel that maybe one day if i killed myself i would not have to go thhrough all the bad things and i can start my life all over again but there's always a dicision u either keep ur life and have all those memery's or start all over again i dunt know what to do :(|
|08 May 2005||Iris Geldo||One of my constant preoccupations is to understand how other people can exist, how there can be souls that aren't mine, consciousnesses that have nothing to do with my own, which, because it's a consciousness, seems to me like the only one.
i accept that the man standing before me, who speaks with words like mine and gesticulates as i do or could do, is in some sense my fellow creature. But so are the figures from the illustrations that fill my imagination, the characters i meet in novels, and the dramatic personae that move on stage through the actors who represent them.
No one, i suppose, genuinely admits the real existence of another person. We may concede that the other person is alive and that she thinks and feels as we do, but there will always be an unnamed element of difference, a materialized inequality. There are figures from the past and living images from books that are more real to us than the incarnate indifferences that talk to us over video-rental counters, or happen to glance at us in the nightclubs, or brush against us in the dead happenstance of the streets. Most people are no more for us than scenery, generally the invisible scenery of a street we know by heart.
i feel more kinship and intimacy with certain characters described in books and certain images i've seen in prints than i feel with many so-called real people, who are of that metaphysical insignificance known as flesh and blood. And "flesh and blood" in fact describes them rather well: they're like chunks of meat displayed in the window of a butchershop, dead things bleeding as if they were alive, shanks and cutlets of distorted Destiny.
i'm not ashamed of feeling this way, as i've discovered that's how everyone feels. What seems to lie behind people's mutual contempt and indifference, such that they can kill each other like assassins who don't really feel they're killing, or like soldiers who don't think about what they're doing, is that no one pays heed to the apparently abtruse fact that other people are also living souls.
On certain days, in certain moments, brought to me by i don't know what breeze and opened to me by the opening of i don't know what door, i suddenly feel that the corner grocer is a thinking entity, that his assistant, who at this moment is bent over a sack of potatoes next to the entrance, is truly a soul capable of suffering.
When i was told yesterday that the employee of the tobacco shop had committed suicide, it seemed like a lie. Poor man, he also existed! We had forgotten this, all of us, all who knew him in the same way as all those who never met him. Tomorrow we'll forget him even better. But he evidently had a soul, for he killed himself. Passion? Anxiety? No doubt....But for me, as for all humanity, there's only the memory of a dumb smile and a shabby sports coat hung unevenly from the shoulders. That's all that remains to me of this man who felt so much that he killed himself for feeling, since what else does one kill oneself for? Once, when i was buying cigarettes from him, it occurred to me that he would go bald early. As it turns out, he didn't have enough time to go bald. That's one of the memories i have of him. What other one can i have, if even this one is not of him but of one of my thoughts?
i suddenly see his corpse, the coffin where they placed him, the so alien grave where they must have lowered him, and it dawns on me that the cashier of the tobacco shop, with crooked coat and all, was in a certain way the whole of humanity.
It was only a flash. What's clear to me now, today, as the human being i am, is that he died. That's all.
No, others don't exist....It's for me that this heavy-winged sunset lingers, its colors hard and lazy. It's for me that the great river is shimmering below the sunset, even if i can't see it flow. It's for me that this square was built overlooking the river, whose waters are now rising. Was the cashier of the tobacco shop buried today in the common grave? Then the sun isn't setting for him today.
But because i think this, against my will, it has also stopped setting for me.
|08 May 2005||milèna||le suicide c'est pa 1 jeux ça fait souffrir et je vois pas comment on peut délirer là dessus|
|07 May 2005||monkey sue||IS YOUR BRAIN WORKING AGAINST YOU?
1 in 5 people with Bipolar Disorder commit suicide.
That's 20 percent.
If you are feeling suicidal, even if you feel there is a reasonable motivation for it, there is a good chance you are suffering from BIPOLAR DISORDER (also known as manic depression). Brain chemistry causes "cycles" of mood swings, from depressive/panicked, to manic/ecstatic to hypomanic (happy and hyperactive).
If you've got Bipolar, you swing emotionally from feeling wonderful, and lucid, to totally and thoroughly depressed. It is this 'swing' which makes bipolar so deadly-- because unlike people who are unipolar depressed, bipolars come and go out of their depression and find enough 'clarity' to actually kill themselves.
If you are feeling suicidal, please talk to a psychiatrist or even go to the hospital emergency room. I was suicidal before. I have bipolar. There is a whole generation of mood stabilizers invented in the 90's which don't interefere with everyday life, but do stop the torrential, emotional torment that people go through. These medications have seriously helped me stay collected and deal with my problems with a real clarity.
1 in 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! !
Can you believe it?
If you're seriously feeling suicidal, go to the emergency room, or make an appointment with a psychiatrist! Please! xox
|07 May 2005||pippilina||use marshmallows to create a cranial impaction!~|
|07 May 2005||Mr. Valentine||Well ive tried to kill myself and i failed, i went car surfing at 60 mph and smashed my head and had brain surgery, im still alive and more depressed. Next i drank way to much and got alochol posioning and didnt die, and i was pissed. Then my girlfriend dumped me so i tried to gut myself with a knife and my friends stoped me so i cried like a pussy. Im planning on drinking toilet bowl cleaner after sniffing asbestos while putting lead paint under my skin. or ill just go all out and fucking sit in the garadge with the car running. or maybe ill just drench myself with gasoline and lite myself on fire and burn in pain who knows depends how drunk i get.|
|07 May 2005||kyra||i am so fuked up . im not tring 2 get atenshon but my lif is shit my mum is a contole freek n my dad n mum hav just split up n my mum wont let me c my bruva. i hav just got xpeled from skule n pepul fink im psyco coz i tried 2 kill sum1 n im not sorry , but i cant make myself b . i dont lov ny1 at all n my m8z just make it worse n sumtimes i wanna kill evry1 n i reely wont 2 luv sum1 but i cant . i h8 so much even im scared . i cut my arms n i fink im turnin in2 a vampire, not wiv teef or nyfin but drinking my own blood i bet u all fink vats sik . i h8 myself i hav tried 2 kiil myself 2wice but it didnt work n i lie all da time i fukin h8 life .
|07 May 2005||kayzee||Well if you are gay you can always go to Texas and go dress in drag. those cowboys will not gay bash you they will string you up in a tree.
hows that for another gay joke on mouchettes wonderfull site. woohoo!
|07 May 2005||Niles standish||Top of the morning to you dearies,
Niles Standish speaking.
The best way to kill your self is to put some poison in your tea at tea time.
Well i am off to see the wonderful wizard.
Its magical tea time dearie.
Well before i drink my tea i just wanna say i hate racists and biggots. EYE also hate anyone who spells thier name wrong tring to be all twenyfirst century. wow!!!
i am getting a wierd vibe. i smell witches. this site is a damn coven of witches. i am telling you. its not a damn conspirisay. and they are damn powerfull to. so little children if you are suicidal get off this site or the magickal powers will reel you in and distroy your punk ass.
ok one last thing before i go.
yes or no? do you think the evil american soldiers are abusing or molesting or starving sadam hussien?
tallyho dearie tallyho
|07 May 2005||lisa||i honestly dont see how some of this kids take this like a game. this is a serous thing and you should seek help and if you need someone to talk to you can talk to me. my email is email@example.com you need to seek help instead of wasting your time on a site that promotes suicide depression is a hard thing to overcome i know that myself.just get help professional|