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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?
|25 Oct 2003||jerry||do yo uwant to die with some one join my party at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/suicideparty/|
|24 Oct 2003||alex||i just found this site and i can really relate to most of these people here. im only 15 and i have already tried to kill myself 3 times. twice with pills and once with starvation. starvation wasnt really a smart one. then i already finished all the pills i can find in the house. there are many reasons why i just wanna die. im different i have always been, im mexican and i cant even fit in with the mexicans its funny really... i have friends but all they do is not accept me for who i am and backstab me. i have nothing going for me in life. i havent even been on a date! much less kissed the a girl. my mom is constantly yelling at me when i rarely see her and always threatens me, i was beat horribly when i was a kid, and i also saw my only friend get gunned down in a drive by ever since ive always been alone. im as dumb as a stick and i am as attractive as a lump of green mold. the only decent thing i can do is play guitar. and im just decent... but if anyone has any advice or some form of easy painless suicide e-mail me.
and the best way to kill yourself under 13 is umm... choking on playdoh?
|24 Oct 2003||Larua||Life. Whats the point? I just got out of a 2 year relationship and can't seem to get over it. But the relationship really isn't it. I've tried killing myself at least 5 times and was never successful. Nothing in life even matters anymore. I know that sounds depressing and many of you are probably like... dude get over it, life is great, life is grand.... everything is just falling down in my life. I've tried so hard in everything for 20 years, for what? Everything that I ever loved and everything that I ever wanted was a waste of time. I've wasted years of hoping and loving and do you know what? It got me nowhere.|
|24 Oct 2003||claire||c'est très simple, il suffit de prendre des médicaments, de la drogue, de l'alcool et de sauter par la fenêtre. Facile non??|
|24 Oct 2003||chris||jump out the window|
|24 Oct 2003||my name doesn't matter||It's impossible to say what the best way to kill yourself is, it all depends on your resources. When I was 13 I slit my wrists... at 15 I took 1000 mg of Haldol (if you don't know what that is... then look it up)... now at 17, a college freshman, I'm thinking of a slow death of binge drinking might be the way for me to go. If you really want to die and your daddy has a gun.. there ya go... people tend to want a quick death... but these type of suicide attempts never work... you always get caught.. trust me.. between my brother and I, we've tried all the conventional ways of a quick death... if you really want to do the job... do it slowly unconspicuously..|
|24 Oct 2003||Christian Hidalgo||crayons|
|23 Oct 2003||Leanne||Last night (or shall I say this early morning), it was one of those nights again.... and you all know what these nights consist of... where your head is buried in your tear-soaked pillow, stinging cheeks from the salted tears and you ask yourself ... "what the fuck am I doing here?" I wrapped my quilt so tight around my body, I felt I were a sandwich wrapped in cling-film... perhaps in a desperate attempt to compensate for just a single hug... my quilt was my substitute for what I longed for... just a hug. Even if I was hugged so tight it would've killed me, it would be worth dying for. It's needed everytime I walk the street on the way to a mistake called college.. the little things I spot on my journey... I take note of the cracks in the pavement decaying in bad english weather, the black polka-dot pattern on the path before me which were once fresh-spat-out-gum and I start to wonder whose mouths they'd belonged to. I look up at the sky still walking my tired little steps, sizing up the dark clouds' potential to start pissing down with rain... these stupid thoughts just get too much. A hug is needed for my best efforts to stay in the same room as my parents, following them around the house like some needy pet, doing my best not to allow myself to be in a room alone... so terrified of being left alone with just me&my insignificant thoughts ... yet seriously loathing their company hearing their converstations of bills and work... knowing one day unfortunately, I'm gonna be just like them, saying things just like that, only not to a husband but to myself. But to be in a room alone...... having the ability to think 'is this the day?' 'Has the time come?' 'Is this the absolute maximum of shittyness I'll ever be able to handle?' 'Or have I had worse?' No I've had worse days, blue-er moods, darker times. I can handle being here alone, tonight, I'll pull through, today is not the day. Resist the temptation. "Leanne, it's a doctor you need." The 'good friend' says. "No, it's not, it's a boyfriend." Says the Bro. NO! Doctors are just as fucked up as we are, only they avoid it... and boyfriends- no, I'm no good, I'll just poison them with my negativity. All I need is a darn good hug and a darn good day and I'll be ready to face the next.
Why do I obsess of death, yet strive to live? Why the effort if I loathe this place? Shouldn't I wanna be left alone in a room? But I do, but it's bad. Why do I NEED my family so much and yet not WANT them at all? Why am I staying alive for certain individuals I'll never have the honour of meeting face2face? How can a website keep me breathing? Why do I let the past hold me back? Since when did I have to force myself to write things down to distract myself from committing suicide? How does an Atheist pray for help whenever she hits rock bottom? How is it possible for an exhausted person-mind tired, muscles weak and energies low- struggle to fall asleep each night? How can the mind tolerate such bullshit? My back is stiff as a board, muscles are so tensed and that headache's back again. To make matters worse... I'm out of Vodka, looks like there won't be any sorrow-drowning tonight then... :-(
Nothing to numb this pain. No friends to call. Why-oh-why did I top up my credit yesterday? To convice myself I had friends perhaps?... Half-term has started so it's back to my bed, re-living my 3 month summer holiday and blowing my nose into heaps of tissues.
I'm off to my room now... self pitying time has just kicked off.Ta Ta Folks.
P.S-Chris, for a minute there, I had the feeling you left to go on a permanent vacation! .......Mwah. xxxXxxx
|23 Oct 2003||MauvaisSouhait||Another meaningless day has passed by and again the only feeling i have inside of me is hurt. And to what Chris was saying about how it hurts, he is perfectly right. I refused to ride the bus home because i was always mocked, not even the junior high kids wanted to sit w/ me. At school when I go into a class and we sit where we want, there's no one who wants to sit by me and that hurts. I end up alone in the corner in the back of the room and all i do is write. I try to ignore all the comments and whispers i hear behind and beside me so i put myself into my writings or my books and it hurts to just know that i have to do that. I'm not popular at all, though my cousins who go to the school are. I don't try to be everyone else, i quit basketball years ago because popularity sucked and so now i'm just myself and by being myself i've noticed that i've lost all the friends i thought i'd had... including my family. When your best friend forgets all about you for her boyfriend and then comes to you when they have a problem it hurts. And it seems like all my friends have someone and i'm the one w/out. I'm not ugly, i'm not stupid, i'm just myself and i'm guessing that no one wants that and it hurts. Maybe a slow death would be worth it, maybe i should take up smoking like so many others and become a follower in the path of death. Sometimes i'm glad for the pain and suffering and all of these problems because it gives me a story and w/ that i can write. But then again all these problems are things i can't seem to get a handle over and maybe i should just kill myself. It doesn't seem like anything is worth while. With my luck i'll end up dropping out of college and never getting married. And i ask myself why anyone would want to be w/ me. I don't even want to be w/ me. But then again in another twisted thought, i'd rather be myself than be any other. Everytime i try to OD on pills they do nothing. i took a whole bottle the other day and didn't feel a thing... why isn't this working for me? why? And Chris, thanks|
|23 Oct 2003||ronwelthy||I went to a shop where they sell Magic articles and T-shirt of heavy metal and rap singer with my friend. He wanted to get information for a friend who was exactly like me: he wants to know what real happiness is and wants to escape the hypocrisy of life. He has gone throught difficulties. So we started to talk whith the salesman and he told us that when you believe that something could give you what you want, for example that a stone can give you love, it will, most of the time work and you'll find yourself talking to the girl of your dreams, or it can help you to face other difficulties.
But I won't bother you with magic stuff. If I write, it is just because I would like to tell you that I would like to be a gothic.
_Ha what a weird man, he must be crazy!
No, i think i am not, but I think gothic philosophy suits me well, in fact gothic people believe that life is kind of an ordeal, and so you have to stay stoic in order to resist, it means you have to resign, to tell yourself that some people have to cry while other dance and laugh. That's hard, i know, but then you will see death as a delivrance the perfect happiness. Yes, a moment where you don't have to bother about anything, where you float peacefully without any worries in your mind.
|23 Oct 2003||Chris||Visiting my local newsagent to buy a mobile-phone top-up voucher the other day, I was amazed to see a poster full of savage heavy metal lyrics pinned up behind the counter. As I handed over the money, I could distinctly detect the savage lyrics: 'Slow Death!', 'Immense Decay!'
But after adjusting my varifocal lenses to study the scene a little more closely, I realised that I was looking at racks of cigarette packets emblazoned with government health warnings.
Now, I know these cancerous cautions are nothing new, but since when did they become so predominant and explicit? Both smokers and non-smokers are probably shocked to see how the Marlboro logos and such like have been shrunk to the size of postage stamps to make room for giant messages that tell people they are going to die soon.
They say the world is turning into a nanny state- and it's absolutely true. These days, wherever you go, whatever you do, you're encouraged to be in mortal fear for your life. Why cannot people die quietly? Why should people fear death when this life is so full of hurt?
When I'm looking for someone to talk to to kill the time but find no one it hurts. When I ask for cooperation but I'm just laughed at it hurts. When I'm on a bus and the bus is full except the seat near to me but for some reason everyone prefers standing up than sitting next to me it hurts. When I pass a group of girls (or even boys) and they start laughing it hurts (What the fuck is so funny? Can anyone fucking explain?). When you see people that you know avoiding you so that they would not talk to you it hurts. When you're at a bar or party and a romantic song is played, everyone grabs his partner and dances to the the rythm. Only thing I can grab onto is my beer bottle. That hurts. When people come find you only when they need something it hurts. When everyone (even the ugliest people on the planet) seems to find a girlfriend or boyfriend except me it hurts. When people have a friend's shoulder to cry on but the only thing I can cry into is my pillow at night it hurts. When you're just bitched and mocked at by everyone for no apparent reason it hurts. When people make fun of you because of some defect you have it hurts...
Ok, I may be yelling and screaming like lots of you do. Ok, this might not be the writing that goes into the favourites. This is the broken heart of a broken man and I had to get it out and I don't give a fuck who likes it or not! I am dead but biologically alive. Might as well be dead among the biologically dead! Why don't they let us fucking die?
P.S. Mauvais Souhait, just hang in there, I will send an e-mail or write something especially for you or do something. I don't know what I'm doing or saying but believe me I will, promise! You're a writer and a poet? It's not that we are born excellent writers or something, I understand that. Happy people don't have stories to tell, We do! Some call it depression, We call it a song!
Leanne, thanks for the Good Souls bit. Love that song. I had stopped believing in love. Since I met you, I think it might really exist xxxxxxxxxx And Mauvais, just hang in there luv
See ya all in hell!
|23 Oct 2003||Elizabeth||like some of you, i have not been raped or had any other traumatizing experiences. except that my aspiration is still to kill myself. i hate my life, even when it is moderately normal. i imagine ways to murder myself and the reactions everyone i know will have, and i get truly excited and happy. although i know i'd feel bad for my parents and my sister.
it's true that there are many others who are worse off than me, but i'm not as strong as them. every time my life falls apart (which it never fails to do), i try to begin anew. i jump from old personalities to new ones and they still all manage to go to shit. i continually think, if i were dead, everyone i've ever known would realize the truth and feel like a dick. the only reason i haven't committed suicide yet is because i'm too pussy, which makes me think, maybe i'm not meant to. this thought is so depressing, because i hate being here, and i'm so tired of trying to make thinks work. i spend all day worrying about saying the right things and making funny enough jokes and looking hot enough. i just want to not have to agonize about everything anymore and show everyone, see what you did?! because of you i had to kill myself. you murdered me. i wish i had the balls to do it. for years i've been dreaming about the day i could finally suck it up. no matter what happens i can't help being depressed and i hate it. it's just time for me to end my life, i'm sick and tired of going on.
|23 Oct 2003||Jimmy||Hello Everyone out there:
Well to this day i still wanna kill myself i feel that i don`t need to feel pain from other people i hate it i hate pain i hate my life i have nothing going for me things never go right for me i hate it but who care my girlfriend doesn`t love me my mom and dad have kicked me out of my house and i live with my sister my brother in law is a fuckin lazy bastered i hate everything about this world. On December 20 2003 is my day to go plus i`ll die parting with all my friends and plus they`ll forget about me in a couple of days but i`m gonna miss my girlfriend alot but she`ll forget about me too just like all my friends and my parents well i`m drink my ass off like every other day and i`m only 17 i hate life well if your gonna kill your self and you really hate everything just do it it`ll end everything and you`ll feel no more well it`s bein nice live and i only got 1 month and 1week to go bye everyone love you all :(
|22 Oct 2003||ivan popov||dance with me
and after that we can to make this together
Ivan from bulgaria
|21 Oct 2003||john twin||No way for 13! YOU are too old for suicide, my dear! You must accept the fact that you are not dead. Take, like me, you life as bad joke - and smile!|
|21 Oct 2003||Lucy/Phil||Lucy/Phil will be dead by the end of next week :)
Yay for me!!!
|21 Oct 2003||cute doggy||Fuck all you mother fuckin bitchss! I died twice already. I am fucking immortal as I found out though my suicide attempts. Yes, I evolved into a neo-ape like little god. I could kill simply by my infinite mental power. If you want to die, send me your picture, your name, and how you want to die. I will try to kill at least one of you a day. I just evolved, so my power is still very limited. It is an exhausting mental pocess. Money don't mean shit to me, I am a little god, I do it free of charge.|
|21 Oct 2003||Emily||uuhhhh... hmm.. I would think either take a hell of a lot of pills and drink the liquids that are under the bathroom/Kitchen sink!|
|21 Oct 2003||Steve||Just checking in. I'm not dead yet, but I probably will be soon. I probably would have killed myself over this past weekend, but when I was faced with the prospect of going through with slitting my wrist, I literally started shivering with fear. I hate my life, but the thought of death still scares me. However, I don't think fear will stop me for long, as one of these days I'll probably feel terrible enough to go through with it.
I'll be slitting my wrist, and from what I heard it is an extremely painful process and can last a long time before you die. I plan to take a lot of prescription strength tylenol and numb my wrist with ice first to decrease the pain.
By the way, is Lucy/Phil dead?
|20 Oct 2003||MauvaisSouhait||Today is one of those days when you're not sure what's going on. One of those days when you feel like taking a walk and you get out there and you just walk and keep going, not sure where you're going and by the time you figure that out you're lost. But in the meantime before you figure it out you're in a daze, not being able to comprehend the world around you. Now you're somewhere and you have no clue how to get back to where you were. Then you think... "well being lost is better than being where i was, is it not?" But if you think about it.. you were lost where you were in the first place, only in a different way. You look around you and nothing seems sane. The sky is grey and the clouds are coming together as though there is to be a storm. A storm that's about to tear at the very seams of the earth. About to make all of your surroundings disappear like everything in your life has. You close your eyes and try to imagine your life, where you're from, where you went, and where you are but there's nothing, just an emptiness. What are you supposed to do now? You walk a little more until you stop. Something on the ground caught your eye and to your suprise it's a jagged piece of something sharp. "God thank you" you say. You sit on the cold hard ground and you put your arm straight out, you take the jagged piece and you cut from your wrist to the middle of your arm, up and down. Then you cut again, harder this time. The rain starts to pour down and you realize you are yourself and crying, your tears are rolling down your cheeks, the salty taste flowing down onto your lips. You realize that the rain has stopped, or maybe it's just your imagination because really you don't see much of anything. Your eyes are closed and you're laying on the ground with your arm outstretched. Finally peace... total relaxation. Maybe now you'll find where you were and are. Maybe now you aren't lost.|