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.

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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?
20 May 2003 the gay punk hey, oh my god i had the best weekend ever. sorry to make all of you jealous, but hey, what can i do?

i went to montreal. it was fun haah... didn't get to fuck anyone there but does anything of that matter? no. i wanna just go live there and stuff. the sun shines brighter. the people are friendly (except if you're english) and the bad part of the city isn't even that bad. and the motel we stayed in had cable!!!

oh what a good life! but too bad that weekend's gone and now i'm in the same school full of homophobes that i want to fucking blow up.

[p.s. facytoid: beating up a homo isn't considered a hate crime in canada]
19 May 2003 annick tu regardes l'enfant et tu lui dis je ne t'aime pas... il ira se suicider
19 May 2003 canfora you guys all are messed up y do u want to fuckin kill yourself . U guys are a bunch of low lifes. how bout this one here r some steps
1) stop talkin bout it u just want ppl to feel sorry for u
2) just shot yourself its an easy way out plus its quick
3) get the dads shotgun and aim for the brain there thats it! 3 choices its your choice
19 May 2003 carly if you really wanted to kill yourself you wouldn't be on a computer talking about it, you would just jump off of a bridge or shoot yourself, it's not very hard to do it, there is nothing worth killing yourself over you faggots, especiall when you are a teenager, so grow up and get some counselling, or just do it, one or the other, cuz reading this bullshit is ridiculous
19 May 2003 just a girl "another lonely day"
once again, waking to the inevitable and unbearable phenomenon of being me.. just a girl.. but this time it wasn't at 3am in the morning, and this time i didn't have danoz direct adds to save me from the reality which exists beyond the renowned safety and cosiness of my doona which lies before me.. covering my scarred fragile body..
Instead..
I wake to the remains of the previous night.. a half empty bottle of vodka, some pills named (oh wait.. i can't read it, it's too damn early).. and a shiny piece of glass with exceptionally sharp edges, which appears to be the leftovers of a once-beautiful-photo-frame.. given to me by.... what is that red stuff on my sheets?
8 am.. and the alarm clock beside my bed is informing me that perhaps it is time to get out of bed.. and perhaps to even have a shower this morning.. and perhaps to try and make it out the front door without shedding a single tear or pulling my hair out.. which moments later i make a discovery.. and realise it is not possible.
8:40am.. in the car on the way to school.. being awake for a whole of 40 minutes and already i've had enough of this world.. oh please can't i go back to the insanity which lingers in my bedroom? fraid not 'missy'.. a voice to the right of me is preaching something.. yet again.. probably of how impossible it is to love me.. (what a shame, nothing's new?)
9:05 am.. class... oh skank oh skank.. could u be more conspicuous of your ways of skanyness.. (i don't think so) oh my would u look at that.. skank got kicked out of class- due to hmmm what would u call it.. 'profound self-obsessed-vanity' and flirting with the cocksucker next to you whose pants sit oh so way too low..
11:25.. class.. how can i be expected to write? i mean.. how do u wankers think it possible to hold a damn pen in a hand that acts like a jackhammer drilling its way to china.. let alone write with it? (maybe i should have taken my meds? nah more fun this way) speaking of.. do i have enough fingers (and toes) to count the amount of skanyness at this skool? simple question.. simple answer.. NO (perhaps if i look at her enough like i wish she would disappear.. she will drop dead and die? him too?)
1:15 pm.. lunch.. is then when i'm supposed to eat? oh no.. this is when i'm suppose to sit back and watch life as it happens around me.. skank to skank.. but not actually live it.. (note to self.. grow more fingers enabling me to count the amount of skanks at our skool... 1..2..3..100..900......)
3:30.. home.. something inside me tells me to be 'happy' about this aspect of my day.. but then that little patronising voice inside my head kicks in and says.. "but you don't feel anything.. remember?" (besides the constant beating of a hammer on my head.. due to hangover of prozac and vodka) i remember..
Home.. at last.. home and.. at last (not least) ALONE.. i always did love that movie :)

ps.. Lucy i gave a prayer for ur dearly beloved boobies last night, who hopefully now... are resting in peace.. can i join them?
19 May 2003 joe miller inventer des ailes qui ne fonctionnent pas et leurs faire accroire qu'ils fonctionnent car nous savons tres bien que la publicité y parvient parfaitement
17 May 2003 Moby I've read entries here and I felt like crying. I guess I'm not alone in wanting to end myself. Being a poet, I wrote this poetm that even though will not alleviate your suffering, will help you know that many people share the same last battlestand with you and that you in death at least, are not alone..

Why do you rise on me each day?
God-foresaken sun?
When you know the road I'm on only leads to darkness.

Why do you embolden my hopes with your bright gossamer hues?
Mock my pessimism with your bosom's deep blue?
Only to have me reeling by sunset.

Why do you delay the inevitable?
Add trepid hours to a weary countenance?
Yearning to find comfort among those that found none.

Why do you sell me a failed elixir?
One concocted by self-righteous druids?
Only to decieve my eyes with false dawns...

Feel free to contact me to talk about anything you ever want too. Your friend in suicide...
16 May 2003 martin please im 16 and i think i want to end it
16 May 2003 just a girl without a voice, without a thought, without a soul.. dont let me die here.. there must be something more.. bring me to life...

i dont know how much longer i can do this.. please give me something to live for.. please help me..
16 May 2003 Julien Pourquoi parler de suicide pour les moins de 13 ans? Rigolo l'idée d'un kit de suicide, mais je crois que le suicide est un problème chez les adolescents et que par votre kit de suicide vous montrez comment le suicide chez les jeunes peut être banalisé, chose à ne pas faire.
16 May 2003 Felicia the unexpected Felicia's useless facts:

Rosey O'Donnell is not gay.
(She was a manic depressive to begin with.)

The laughing cow on the butter box did not laugh just for posing. She had her udders tickled.

The Cadbury Bunny didn't lay eggs, but gave birth to marshmallow bunny peeps.

Tom Arnold did not marry Rosanne for money, but who would believe that one.

On higher elevations, cookies don't bake the same as lower elevation cookies. They puff up and burn, then you toss them.

Drinking your own pee is not insanitary or is it? Well it does come out of your own body. (I was told this and it grossed me out, so I might as well share this with you anyway.)

To be vain is okay. To be overly vain is the same. To be too vain, is bad. Overly? What the heck, who cares?

All "Gothic" people love black only. Not true. I wear black all the time just to hide my "very gross" veins.

Bras in the beginning were first used as sling shot weapons. The cave woman that slingshot her prey for the lazy cave husband, was distracted by her shaking boobs, used the slingshot as backup to prevent herself from tripping.

When you want revenge on a one night stand philanderer, buy a pregnancy test kit. Mark the window indicator with a red pen, tell him that your pregnant. Wait nine months later, feign having a baby, and collect child support from that dumb ass twat. Ooooh! That's bad. For best results, if the incident happened around July, wait till the beginning of April and say out loud, "April Fools!"

This Mouchette site was set up by an org of Cirque Du Soleil mimes.

No offense to my friends. Have a nice evening.
-Not the end-
15 May 2003 the gay punk thanks for the advice, just a girl.

i got high on weed today (i haven't been high for eight weeks, can you imagine that?). it is the stupidest form of narcotics of all time. if you're ever gonna do drugs, do ex or dope or cocaine or crystal for the only reason that you'll die if you take too much.

anyways i was outside smoking a cigarette when derek just gave me the worst look ever. i never had the look from a straight guy. but his look was straight though. prick. if you weren't cute i'll put my shoe up your ass to know how much it hurts.

life sucks so much ass. i mean early in the morning i thought, whoo-hoo i'm out of this suicide bullshit. but hey i still have the urge to slit my throat once i get home. oh well. but once i get home, knife on hand, i remember, i haven't dropped acid yet. and i have to do that first.

the only thing is i don't know anyone who sells it.
15 May 2003 katryne le silence
15 May 2003 Lucy Cortina It was like in that film. Four weddings and a funeral. Except it was four parties, and my boobie-funeral. The parties were all crap.
But yeh, I decided against a cremation of my boobies. If ghosts do exist, then I'm sure that boobie-ghosts also exist. So I need to retain my boobies - even if they are in a wooden box surrounded by mud and worms - so that my boobie-ghosts may return to their pert, proud, and enormous former selves.
As I was in the big room where they allow you personal time with your departed loved ones, I looked down at the beautiful boobies, and cried. They had been arranged so as to look beautiful and "at peace" by the undertaker. They were even surrounded by little daisy chain necklaces. Now ain't that sweet!
I once heard a rumour that dead people fart. The gas builds up, and then suddenly releases!
As my boobsie-woosie's had learned how to fart just before they so tragically died, they both gave off their last (and loud!) burst of gas. Then it was almost like I could see them, rising up... up to Heaven. Or maybe that was just the cloud of fart-gas, who knows.
My boobies were gone. For eternity. Never to be seen again.
Here's a lesson for you people – suicide is so NOT worth it. My breasts were so selfish, and have left Lucy Cortina a broken girl. I may end up like Mariah Carey, thinking that people are plotting against me, and leaving crazy messages on Eminem's answer-machine.
That would be a shame, eh?

Anyway I buried my collection of shopping bags, leather bras and co. with the boobies, so at least they won't have to float around Heaven all naked and exposed, like the angels do, or Adam & Eve... or even Adam & Steve.

Amen.

Now, won't ya all say a little prayer for me...?
15 May 2003 Penny Basically i have cancer. I WILL die. I have no choice. You all have the opportunity to live, I know it's hard sometimes but you have to.

So next time you consider it, think of me. I'm going to die no matter what, in less than a year i should think. I will never have children, never see them grow.

You have the opportunity to do all that I can't and so much more. So grasp it with both hands and next time you feel like ending it all, think of people like me.
15 May 2003 just a girl oh and to 'the gay punk'... u think im funny? haha i think thats funny :P but good i guess.. i was just tryin to cheer up all the people who have lost hope.. in this diluated world.. like myself.. but i just tell it like it is.. tell my life like it is.. and my thoughts like they are.. even if they are a little absurd!!!
its all good.. u dont need to be funny.. just be yourself :)
for thats all i do.. for im..
just a girl....
15 May 2003 just a girl "My Utopia"
My nirvana.. my ecstasy.. my heaven on earth (more like hell).. which consists of the most simplest simplicities is what keeps me alive now.. since ive become this.. since ive become.. a non-entity.. lost inside my nothingness.. how can one describe this feeling? is there even a word to describe this numbness.. this disease that feeds off my insides.. slowly and excruciatingly eating away at my soul.. at my heart.. and at any feelings of love or hope that formerly existed deep inside me.. that is ripping every reminiscence of me piece by piece.. like parasites on a bit of left over trash.. this dead decaying mass is taking over.. and i soon will be left.. as just a fragment.. a fragment of a memory to some.. soon..
But until that day arrives.. i thought for today's lesson i would share with you.. "my utopia"
My list of things that consist in my utopia..
1) TV!!!!! go television.. as i always say "thank god for television!" where on earth would we be without televison? honestly.. what did that numbskull who created this world think we were going to do with all the bloody time we are given to waste? but luckily he created us smart enough to produce such a mechanism.. such a marvellous invention which successfully works as a diversion from the unfulfilling fruitless (GO BANANAS! WOO YEA!) reality we currently strive to live in.. how much of a miracle is it that we can feel better and escape our own misery by watching someone else's? a little ironic eh? but as good ol' avril says "waking up to another tv guide :)" (in a canadian accent that is.. avril ROX).. which brings me to my next simplicity:
2) MUSIC! oooooh yea.. i swear i could have an orgy over some music i hear.. music is my sweet blissfull release.. for listening to my neurotic thoughts as i doze off is barely a child's lullaby.. i would get no sleep if it wasnt for music.. however listening to some lyrics of music out today does make me wonder.. what horrendous pain and unspeakable (singable tho :P) experiences have these people gone through? for i can relate to a lot of the music i listen to!! ha!!! (no wonder i dont listen to no britney spears!) for all u out there.. somewhat like myself.. i recommend u listen to the melodies of 'Evanescence'- brilliant shit! or perhaps something a little softer.. more tranquil.. a little benny harper did no harm :)
3) Chocolate... it is proven that chocolate actually releases endorphins into the bloodstream.. and and wait for it... IT MAKES U HORNY! :P so they say.. and if u can get some.. (unlike me.. aw.. i miss my sex life.. tear..) why not indulge yourself and put u in da mood with a little sickly sweet taste... ;)
4) SEX!!! like i said.. if u can get some.. great exercise too.. i recommend in da shower.. it used to be my fav place ;)
Finally..
5) THIS DAMN WEBSITE!!!!!

Well thats enough from me tonight folks.. i hope u might consider to 'spoil' yourself to some of my 'luxuries' (maybe even add to my list?) to perhaps feel a little less empty.. even if it is only for a split second.. it still helps..
15 May 2003 just a girl Mouchette! i am shocked! what on earth is a girl like me doing in your 'favourites' list?? oh do tell.. after all i am.. Just a girl :P
(and where has that lucy cortina gal got to? i'm missing those stories i live for.. o dear...)
14 May 2003 the gay punk oh yeah i forgot to tell you... there's this thing in our school today that we can go outside coz it's sunny, and the love of my life was pitching baseballs. one time his speed was 96 miles an hour. how romantic, he's strong. i hope he doesn't hit me with anything (or he'll go to jail for doing a hate crime). i love him, fucking prick.

there's this guy named dj shadow and he is so cute and intelligent. i wanna have him. and his music is good too.

and another thing. i lost all my dignity today. i envisioned this perfect guy who looks like this biker from Oz with a big dick and then the guy who looked like him was a BUS DRIVER. i'm in love with a bus driver. shit!!!
14 May 2003 the gay punk oh god, just a girl is so funny... why am i not funny, i'm a fag, so i have to be funny, but i'm not, i'm just a stupid queen. but i have tits (sorry lucy)

oh my god canada sucks so much ass. here in canada, yes gay people are freer, but anyways have you heard about this girl Holly from Toronto. she is ten years old, kidnapped and found dead (oh i know all of you wish that was you eh?) poor fucking kid, but hey, she's probably gunna end up as a slut if she was still alive. good luck on your suicide attempts

p.s. i wanna be funny before i die, so tell me all your secrets.

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