|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?
|28 Apr 2004||Some old slapper who loves to hate Mouchette||Hey Morgen Todt, don't worry too much about that good feeling of "love" you have for strangers. That feeling will soon fade away and you will be back to your old hating self in no time. What you think is an epiphany is very temporary.
Life doing the best that it can eh? How do you know they're doing the best they can? It's impossible for someone to do life half assed? Or quarter assed?
And Mouchette, shame on you for putting Morgen's answer in your favourites section. How cliche! What's the matter with you? The answers you put in your favourite section are all STUPID!!!!
|27 Apr 2004||Morgen Todt||Krisha still had vivid memories of when her mind was a quiet, useful ally -- a handy-dandy accessory that would discreetly remind her not to stick her little Krisha fingers into light sockets. But that was long ago. Krisha's mind was now in full revolt. One moment it would be idling nicely, waiting to notice, judge, critique or consider -- then, without warning, like a spider monkey on metha-amphetamines, it would start thinking ugly, angry, snarling monstrosities.
Krisha didn't know what to do. It was the only mind she had. And then she realized, it was out of her control because it was never her mind. It was just some scanning mechanism generated by billions of years of evolution, genetics, and conditioning.
That made Krisha feel better. At least until #*&^ #&$^ ^# mEeP ^%$^&!#^grrrrr %^%_+ +*&^) &% MWHA-HA-HA!&&*( &^ *&*&78=07 WHOOO-gaa !$^& )argeep++tynoop! &*
|27 Apr 2004||Rachel||my story is dramatic ive seen people cry over them. And ive seen people trying to calm me down while crying. So this is a quik warning.
my story begins when I was 5 years old I didnt have eny friendz yet but a small toy ( bunny ^_^) I carried it evrywhere. At that trime my parents were in a big fight they hated each other so much,They would argue evry single night. And I couldent sleep so I alwayz hid behind the corner and watched, I hoped they wouldent see me.
but on my 5th b-day it got way out of controll. My mom got so mad she threw this galss cup right at my dad. he was bleeding and I saw the look he gae her. He gave her a look if betrayel, Like he couldent balieve she would do such a thing. I closed my eyes shut hoping it would be over, suddenlly for the first time in my life I was crying from pain, Knowing that my parents were in pain. My mom smirked. Then the cops came and otulk my dad to the hospital, He had 2 get stitches. But after that brief moment, My life changed so did my parents, Not in a good way. My mom continued to yell But this time my dad was quiet he didnt say anything and he always gave me a mean look, One he never gave me before. But then it happened Again, My mom threw another huge glass cup at him. And this time they saw me watching. There eyes glazed with evil. I dont know wut happened. Its like the saw the devil. The charged at me. And locked me in a room. And I would cry and they would lough.Years went bye As they continued my suffering. Thye got me hampsters when I was 10 but only to kill them and make me ry in torture and pain. I guess my parents were sick of yelling at each other and wanted to take all there anger out on me. I never had eny friendz because I was allwayz quiet and sat in the corner. Evryone thought I was weird and retarded and sooner or later started hatin on me. I grew up all alone with nothing to look forward. But then something terrible happened I still had that toy bunny, Thyre grabbed it from me and toor it up into pieces. Thye toor up my only friend. And then she ran after me with a knife. She got me, Right in the arm. It hurt I had to be strong, Strong enuf to put the weighed of the world on my shoulderz, I had to try my best not to stumble, I couldent stop my suffering. Tears of mine were worthless. I started being a bad person now, I started smoking, drinking and lots of other shit but it helps me 4get about the pain, But now I might be taken Away into dss (lke jail) cause my mom put me there saying im a bad child, sheze roght. But I dont know when Im going, I recently got some new friendz and I fello inlvoe wif this guy and were going out. And I luv my friendz so fuckin much its not even funny. But then people have bin telling them to stay away from me and they listened, Its the worst feeling inda world having to loos a friend. And I go threw that evry single day. I cry myself to sleep
But It doesnt work I cant fall asleep because I cant stop thinking of my life. And then my guy .dear Adam, dont u understand? I luved u because U reached out ur hand .
But u left me for wut the otherz say.
Im sorry it hasto be that way..
I honostlly dont know why I keep posting this sotry on this websight a11 the time
I guess im bored and lonely but I toulk 50 pillz (sleepin pi11z) and I was out cold 4 a week , I dont remember anything that happened but the nursez told me they had to take me fast cause I was rely sick I mean extremlly sick and they asked me where I got da drugs I said lil kim and started singin her song, then I started speakin in Spanish and I dont eavin kno Spanish. Enyways I woke up and a day later the sent me to a menta1 hospital cause they thought I was sphyco. Ugh but im fucking not. Enyway I was there 4 bout 3 weekz and now I got out and on this day im posting this 4 the people who think im dead. But I am rely mad dat I didnt die
|27 Apr 2004||emma||an overdose of tablets|
|27 Apr 2004||wd||i think u r all fucked up pricks i was suicadil when i looked at this site I AM UNDER 13 I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HELP FULL I WAS RONG then i got in contact with some one who left a messiage on here he has been great and i will be sueing u r a SICK MOTHER FUCKER ROT IN HELL.|
|26 Apr 2004||Morgen Todt||i recently found myself in a room with a group of complete strangers. As each one spoke, i noticed i was making a snap judgement about that person. Sometimes the judgement was warm and appreciative. But more often, it was of the "Fuck, what a vacuum tube this guy is" variety. At first i was troubled by this ugly mental reflex. But then i was hit with a flash of insight. As i gazed around the room i realized that if each person was animated by the same energy -call it God, call it carbon-based, chemical doowhackies -- then each person was essentially Life doing the best that it can. Suddenly my judgements were replaced by a pervasive feeling of love.
Emboldened by my epiphany, i meditated upon a relative with whom i'd recently had difficult relations. i visualized this person not as an arrogant dickslap winter-wooskie, but as "life doing the best that it can." Which is when my insight grew deeper...
I now believe that the ability to suspend judgement and flow love works really well with complete strangers.
|26 Apr 2004||Big Bobalink||It seems so strange that people have such a difficult time killing themselves. Want to know the easiest way that is 100% guaranteed to succeed? Go to any local railroad track and rest your head on the track..... or what the hell, just letting a train hit you from any position will kill you instantly. It's instant, painless, and it definitely works, no exceptions. Train tracks are all over the place, why don't more people take advantage of them? The only bad thing about this method is that it is bad for train engineers, and killing yourself this way might badly affect the economy because you slow down transportation.
The guy who is talking about "poosey" is pissing me off because it's spelled PUSSY!!!!!!
|26 Apr 2004||Trina||go on a PGL holiday or similar then when you go rockclimbing reapetedly smash yourself against the rocks OR unclip yourself and jump|
|26 Apr 2004||psycho||I find it interesting that you should pick the number 13, because it is at that age that most begin to kill themselves. Whether it be with cigarettes, doing drugs, or unprotected sex. It is the age of teenhood, and anyone who is or was a teen knows it's nothing but hormones and depression. Suicide is a common thought among the young. It is simply the thought of "what if I wasn't here?" - "who would be affected by my absence?" - "and how?" (which, by the way, are all good questions to ask before resulting to such a PERMANENT answer) To wonder about suicide is to wounder about your own importance and the importance of yourself to others. Which is why suicide should be openly discussed. I will admit at first sight, "what is the best way to kill yourself when your under 13?" that does seem odd and gross, but instead of developing an opinion of something before trying to understand it, I investigated your site and find what you are doing to be a good idea! If suicide is as big of a problem as they say, then it is pages like this one, and people like those who developed this page to bring the problem out, and deal with it. Instead of turning a deaf ear to so many who are lost in sadness and dying for no reason. So to go full circle and recap - I respect and support what you are doing. And in my opinion, starting additions or traditions that will ultimately put you in bad situations where death is posssible - is Suicide, hence that is the best way to loose your life. However, if you are 13 and want to off yourself, i say sit back, smoke a blunt and when you're finished decide if you still want to leave this world. (By the way i do not consider Marijuana to be a drug, only a Billion dollar industry that our dumb-ass goverment would rather fight than embrace, but that's okay - the next time a terroristic attack occurs at least they can say they were busy fighting a more evil and dangerous enemy... a plant.|
|26 Apr 2004||suicidal terrorist||drink a bottle of windshield wiper fluid. it has methanol in it. but drink the whole thing. cuz if you dont die youll go blind. but then you could claim disability and never leave the house. people would take care of you. youd never have to see the ugly people that infest this earth like cockroaches. but cockroaches are better. they dont ruin the earth. they could also survive many natural disasters that shake off weak humans.|
|26 Apr 2004||suicidal terrorist||im older than 13, but am so familar with depression and worhtlessness that its all i can feel. ive been a junkie. i am an alcoholic. i have my own family, and thats the only thing that keeps me here. i couldnt imagine abandoning my son on this earth. it actually depresses me dearly that i was thoughtless enough to bring him into this evil world. im getting older, fatter, balder, meaner, and more despondent. i pray for the apocalypse. email me if you you want to help it transpire.|
|26 Apr 2004||KING LUCKY||JUMPIN OFF THE OVER PASS INTO 70 MILE AN HOUR TRAFFIC IS A GOOD CHEAP WAY TO GO. AT ANY AGE.|
|26 Apr 2004||i just want out. I'm 14. I've tried to cut some veins, but i can't get any overly sharp razors or anything. its not that I want pain, it's not that I don't like how life sucks--in some weird way, i love how crappy my life is, and i want to see how it ends. but it doesn't feel right being here, like it's not my life, it's supposed to be someone else's and i'm messing it up. what can I do? i want to commit suicide but I don't know the right way. i don't have money for anything and no friends who'd have a gun. please help.|
|25 Apr 2004||April||Hey everyone, watz up. I know the feeling. Life sucks. But you know whats the point in dieing if there is even a slight chance someone cares about you and would love to help you. I have a crap life, i get beaten, abused, i have no food and am alone. Ok wait, i take back my comments, chances are life won't get better. Waking up every morning wanting the pain to end. Crying yourself to sleep every nite of you life. Really whats the point. There is no god that would allow ppl to live this way!! In answer to the Q, carbon monoxide poisoning, that's how my dad did it, so it works.|
|25 Apr 2004||james frith||suicide is the easy way out! life is what makes a person|
|25 Apr 2004||kym||when i was 7 i first tried to commit suicide and it has never gone away i'm 17 now, but i started with just the basic stuff like cutting my wrists and trying to hang myself, people got in my way though maybe if i set my mind to it a little more maybe they would have worked|
|24 Apr 2004||Leone||Start filling your bath tub with warm water and leave your hairdryer on its corner (plugged). Let your favourite music play. Turn off lihts. Lie naked inside the tub. Think about what you care and like. If you will think that time is still not come (or it will never came) then put the hairdryer away.|
|23 Apr 2004||pierro and Alex||Manger un poisson.
Faire cuire un oeuf sur une voiture.
Demander l'heure à un schtroumpf.
Aller voir scoobidoo faire du tennis avec sami, OOOOWWwwwOOO.
Ne pas dire bonjour à stephane king quand il est de mauvaise humeur.
Manger de la tarte au flan.
Offrir des fleurs à un rhinocéros.
|22 Apr 2004||stephanie||well i think the best way to kill yourself would have to be falling off a building. its fast easy and sucessful! cause knowing me i might just try it after my therapist talks to me!|
|22 Apr 2004||Pink Boy||You know what, a nice lady emailed me from this site and asked me why I don't like poosy. To be quite honest, I am scared of poosy. I have heard that poosies have teeth on them. And lips. What if a poosy bit my dick in half? Do women put lipstick on their poosies?
I would love to know the answers to these. But I will always like dick better. Even though my boyfriend said of his dick: "Its petite"...