|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 Mar 2003||kinkyfairy||What's this??? The Mackellar family a la "The Osbornes" stylie. SHARON!!!!!!!|
|03 Mar 2003||Tristan Mackellar||THE SUN ARISES IN DARKNESS Every product of disgust capable of becoming a negation of the family is Dada; a protest with the fists of its whole being engaged in destructive action: Dada; Knowledge of all the means rejected up until now by the shamefaced sex of comfortable compromise and good manners. Dada; abolition of logic, which is the Dance of the Impotent to create. Dada; of every social hierarchy and equation set up for the sake of values by our valets. Dada; every object, all objects, sentiments, obscurities, apparitions, and the precise clash of parallel lines are weapons for the fight. Dada; abolition of memory. Dada; abolition of archaeology. Dada; abolition of the prophets. Dada; abolition of the future. Dada; absolute and unquestionable Faith in every god that is an immediate product of spontaneity. Dada; elegant and unprejudiced leap from harmony to the Other sphere, trajectory of a word tossed like a screeching phonograph record; to respect all individuals in their unavoidable folly of the moment: whether it be serious, fearful, timid, ardent, vigorous, determined, enthusiastic; to divest one's church of every useless cumbersome accessory; to spit out amorous ideas like a luminous waterfall, or coddle them... with the extreme satisfaction that it doesn't matter in the least... with the same intensity in the thicket of one's soul, pure of insects for blood wellborn, and gilded with bodies of Archangels.
FREEDOM: Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.
|03 Mar 2003||jasen stewart||think of a clockwork orange theme...... strapped to a chair with toothpicks propping your eyelids, forced to digest hours of david schwimer movies......... death shall ensue shortly thereafter|
|03 Mar 2003||Felicia||How To Give Water To A Dead Horse
Number one the horse is dead; so you flip him over with mouth open face forward towards the boat, positioned belly up. Then you tie a few ropes, loop the rope to a pulley, and rev your engine to sail using Lucy Cortinas 40 DD bra. The water will surely go into the dead horse. Though you try to make sense of the whole thing, youve accomplished your goal. Never think that anything is impossible, because impossible is but a word. But never kill yourself for the sake of having to end a miserable life, because you never know whats on the other side it could be your Mother-in-law or someone you really cant stand.
End of story.
|03 Mar 2003||mbday||Yes!, I just turned 33, I am old. I can commit suicide and truly say that I have already lived the best years of my life.
In 7 years I'll be 40! Holy shit. Who cares if I end it now or not.
|02 Mar 2003||Steffers||When you're under 13... I believe the ways to commit suicide are similar to those of my age group... I am 17, deep vertical cuts along your wrists are the best, and to then lay in warm water to make the blood flow more quickly. Also, a good and painless way is vicadin and Jack Daniels... a lot of it, especially with mental meds|
|01 Mar 2003||lydia||I have soluble asprin and paracetamol tablets, how many do i have to take before i die? has anyone taken these and narrowly survived, how does it feel? does it hurt? what happens if u dont take enough. I dont want to hurt my parents but there is nothing else to live 4. Only thing holding me back is the fact i dont want to screw their lives up. doubt anybody will find me for days-its sad.|
|01 Mar 2003||dez||tell mom and dad that you are/ got someone- pregnant. play chicken in the middle of a railroad with the train coming and no one but yourself is around.|
|28 Feb 2003||YYYYYAAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!!!||Slowly happily, without no complains... dying in silence YAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!|
|27 Feb 2003||Michael Mackellar||Has anyone seen "Lord of Illusions"? i tend to feel that the way Swann faked his own demise was pretty slick. If anyone could actually pull that off, and manage to get it recorded on film... They would have my vote towards being served a ranking of 'best'. Just make certain you capture it all in Real Time...|
|27 Feb 2003||Abbie Mackellar||KILLING FOR COMPANY. When in a written exam the youth are allotted 4-hours to develop a theme, then it is neither here nor there if an individual student happens to finish before the time is up, or uses the entire time. Here, therefore, the task is one thing, and time another.
But when time itself is the task, it becomes a fault to finish before time has transpired. Suppose a young man was assigned the task of entertaining himself for an entire day, and he finishes this task of self-entertainment as early as noon: then his celerity would not be mertorious. So also when Life constitutes the task. To be finished with life before Life has finished with one, is precisely not to have passed the Exam...
How empty and meaningless Life has become. We bury a man; we accompany him to the grave, throw 3 spadefuls of earth on him; we ride out in a carriage, ride home in a carriage; we find consolation in the thought that we have a long life ahead of us. But how long is nine times ten years? Why not settle it all at once?? Why not stay out there and go along down into the grave and draw lots to see to whom shall befall the misfortune of being the last of the living who throws the last 3 spadefuls of earth upon the last of the Dead???
...i suppose We have yet to evolve to such a state of resplendent sensibility...
|26 Feb 2003||Minerva Mackellar||PRIMITIVITY. Every human being is born with a seed of primitivity (for primitivity means a possibility for developing the spirit). The God who created it knows best. All profane, temporal, worldly intelligence has relation to destroying one's primitivity. Prudential Philosophy has relation to developing one's primitivity. Destroy your primitivity, and you will most probably get along well in the world, maybe achieve great success... but Eternity shall reject you. Follow up your primitivity, and you will be shipwrecked in temporality............ but accepted by Eternity.
|26 Feb 2003||SUICIDAL FREAK||HEY... YEA, I HEAR YOU ALL COMPLAINING ABOUT LIFE AND I WOULDN'T BLAME YOU. IT SUCKS, JUST KILL UR FUCKIN SELF AND GET IT OVER WITH... THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. I KEEP TRYING TO KILL MYSELF AND IT NEVER WORKS, BUT ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GOING 2 GET LUCKY AND IT WILL HAPPEN! AND I WON'T HAVE 2 DEAL WITH ANY OF THIS SHIT ANYMORE. I HATE MY FRIENDS, I HOPE U GUYS ALL ROTT IN HELL AND MY FAMILY, 2 UR ALL PIECES OF SHIT|
|26 Feb 2003||David||If you know anything about pharmaceuticals... mix pills, don't max out on one type of medicine i.e. take a whole thing of tylenol and balance it out with a bottle of no doz and a bottle of sleeping pills, and to create an extremely devistating ending, take all pills with alcohol, psyche drugs especially, if you're lucky it will stop your heart.|
|25 Feb 2003||Lucy Cortina||Did someone say Blue Moon? Must be a rich mans version of Blue Nun I guess.
I should start being like Wacko Michael Jacko and make ridiculous claims like "I had 2 nosejobs! Just the two!" Or in my case boob-reducto jobs.
We cum in peace... they cum in teacups (the posh).
Which explains Queen Elizabeth's ridicoulous perm.
|24 Feb 2003||heather||you could kill yourself with a gun with poisons hang yourself. i would say the best tho is with a gun. its fast if you do it in the right spot|
|24 Feb 2003||Ichabod Doldrumsky||Has anyone ever read a book called SOLARIS written by a Polish Artist named Stanislew Lem????|
|24 Feb 2003||Michael Mackellar||THE GREAT AND SECRET SHOW. One can very well eat lettuce before its heart has been formed; still, the delicate crispness of the heart and its lovely frizz are something altogether different from the leaves. It is the same in the world of the spirit. Being too busy has this result: that an individual very, very rarely is permitted to form a heart; upon the other hand, the thinker, the poet, or the religious personality who actually HAS formed her heart, shall never be popular, not because she is difficult, but because it demands quiet and prolonged working with oneself and intimate knowledge of oneself as well as a certain isolation. Even if, in a full-toned voice, i could say something that could please each and every one, if it were of a religious nature i would not say it, because it is already a kind of religious indecency that it should be necessary to make an outcry about it; on the contrary, religious things have to do with a softly murmured soliloquy with oneself. Alas, things are so topsy-turvy that, instead of having to do with each individual going alone into her secret closet to commune quietly with herself, people believe that religion is a matter for very rambunctious talk... Take the focking absurdity of conventional terrorism, for example... ~Soren
...No, not Schmirnov Ice!! Try Blue Moon. It is much more Pure. *OO-ER*???
|24 Feb 2003||Mary-Annette Mackellar||NACHTBREED. The yardstick for a human being is: how long and to what degree she can bear to be alone, devoid of understanding with others. A Being who could bear... being Alone during an entire lifetime, and alone in decisions of eternal significance, is farthest removed from the murdoch and the society-person who represent the conventional-definition of a human being. ~Soren|
|24 Feb 2003||Valentin Mackellar||THE LONGING. Like an invalid longing to throw off her bandages, so my healthy spirit longs to throw off my body's debility; like the victorious general, who when her horse is hit by a bullet under her, calls out for a new horse... Oh, if my spirits victorious health likewise dared call out: A new horse, a new body!! ...Like a person at sea, whose life is threatened and, when another Drowner tries to take hold of her leg, pushes her away with all her might, thus my body like a heavy weight dragging me down clings to my spirit and will end by perishing; like a steamer whose engines are too large in proportion to the vessel's construct: that is the way i suffer. This is the way i shall expire... ~Soren|