|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?
|22 Feb 2003||format||to masturbate in vitriolic acid|
|21 Feb 2003||Soren Mackellar||SYMPARANECROMENIAN FAVORITES. VOL.37 Just as a person feels most comfortable shuffling through life without being known by Her Majesty the Queen, His Majesty the King, Her Majesty the Queen Dowager, or by His Royal Highness the Focking-Clown Prince, so, in turn, it seems to me that being known by God makes life infinitely burdensome. Whenever She is by, each half-hour becomes infinitely important. No one can stand living like that for 60 years, no more than she can stand cramming for her final exam which, after all, involves only 4 years and is really not such a terrible effort. Everything dissolves in contradiction. One moment they preach to you that you must not go about half-asleep, but live your life with the highest passion of the Infinite. All right, you pull yourself together; you arrive starched and strait-laced at the parade... then you are told that you should learn to shorten your sails. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN??? In the end all human beings have come equally far, and the whole thing isn't really worth much. It is the same as when i saw my physician recently. i complained about not feeling well. She replied, "Perhaps you drink too much coffee and do not walk enough." 3 weeks later i talked to her again and said, "i really don't feel well, but now it cannot be because of my coffee-drinking, for i don't drink coffee, nor from lack of exercise, for i walk all day long." She replied, "Well, the reason must be that you don't drink enough coffee and that you walk too much." In other words, my indisposition remained the same, but if i drink coffee it is due to my coffee-drinking; and if i don't take coffee my indisposition is due to my not drinking coffee. And so it is with us human beings... Our entire earthly existence is a sort of indisposition; with some the cause for it is that they make too great an effort, and if one inquires into the cause, the one you ask will first say: "Do you make a great effort?" If you answer yes, she will say: "The cause is that you work too strenuously." If you answer no, she will say the opposite, put her tail between her legs and slink away. Even if somebody offered me 200 million rixdollars i would not take it upon myself to explain the enigma of life. And, anyway, why should i? If life is an enigma, a puzzle, She who has posed it probably shall come forth in the End and offer the solution when She feels that nobody is too eager to make a guess any longer. i have not invented the puzzle, but in "The Onion," "The Freischultz," as well as other papers that feature puzzles, the solution follows in the next issue. The distinction of being mentioned in the paper as the person who had solved the puzzle on the same day that the rest of us learned the solution is a matter of indifference to me. ~Soren|
|21 Feb 2003||Lucy Cortina||*OO-ER*, I suspect a little too much of the old Smirnoff Ice may have passed your lips Michael.
I am only an inoccent gal floating in the corner of the room with delicate satin to spare my blushes.
We come in peace!
|21 Feb 2003||nomeD cilegnA||~Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has been lodged within my heart. As long as it stays put i am ironic... if it is pulled out i shall die. ~Soren|
|21 Feb 2003||patrick||stop to make web sites|
|21 Feb 2003||Michael Mackellar||BAPS? Lucy, what the.... fock are you talking about?? i'm not precisely certain about this, but i'm still willing to feel that we must be talking about 2 very different sorts of... Solarisae.
SOLARIS-the one that i was so innocently asking about-is a Film. A film starring George Clooney and some miraculously gorgeous Woman... who i believe may have some absurdly tragic gastrointestinal disorder; since she tends to carry a doorknob around with her on subways and other types of places where such disorders may subject her to relentless pummelment. Essentially, the entire film revolves around the mysteriousness of that doorknob... Everything else is just a distraction. Focus on the doorknob. The doorknob holds the Key............. What the hell am i talking about? No, seriously, Solaris is an amazing work of Artistry. If you fail to find the time to see it at least twice throughout the entirety of your earthly existence... you're a bloody deadbeat in my book... A book which is tentatively titled as~ "An Advanced Introduction To Divine Psychology" ~with a subtitle-again, tentatively as~ 'A Seethingly Strange Matter Of Profound Indifference To All The Murdochs Who Have Managed To Confine Themselves To The Vacant Throes Of Objective Spirituality.' The entire content of the book, according to fact, revolves around one Key factor: ...and this is, tentatively, Pure Tentativity. Enough about my book already.
~So Lucy, what the fock happened to your frail feathered friend, Frodo???????
|20 Feb 2003||Eponine Mackellar||PAPIER TUE-MOUCHES. Hey you... you with the serpent smile... You've been a creature far too long. Hey you... you with your public displays of pain... You've been painful for too long.
"THE SAVAGE GOD", written by a Mr. Alvarez (i've forgotten his first name), provides time well spent if you have any interest in the Art of Dissimulation. i often feel that the Dadaists had reality down on its knees... begging for forgiveness. ~To feign morality/To feign mortality. ~Again, there is new life here in Pleasant Prairie and the colorful, flowery coverlet of factory-life is spread over it. Last night at midnight an individual in shabby clothes was seized because, as the rental-cop said, he had shed gross abuse upon some roadside garbage-heap, but the rental-cop who should report such things had not actually seen it, and the culprit was still beaten, unjustly it is believed, and no one made a complaint... no one knows anything about it. ~Today... time stumbles bye as usual... and this is merely Pleasant Prairie. What is that compared to Cornwall, Gravesend, the World???
Each person takes her revenge on the world. Mine appears to consist in carrying my grief and anguish deeply embedded within myself, whilst my laughter entertains all. If i see somebody suffer i sympathize with her, console her to the limits of my ability... to the limits of my science... and listen to her quietly when she assures me that i am fortunate. ...If i can keep this up to the day of my Death, i shall have had my revenge.
In a room above a busy street/the echoes of a life/the fragments and the accidents/are separated by incidents//Listen to the walls/we share the same spaces/repeated in the corridors/performing the same movements//The nature of your tragedy is chained around your neck/do you lead...or are you led?/i'm sure that you don't care//There are reasons here to give your life/and follow on your way/the passion breathes to keep the faith/though all are different...all are Great//Climbing as we fall/we dare to hold on to our faith/to steal away our destiny/and catch ourselves with quiet grace... ~Michael
|20 Feb 2003||Lucy Cortina||Yes Michael, Solaris has been spotted, sandwiched in between my baps. Leave the poor mite be, he's safe and warm, with milk on tap if he needs it.|
|20 Feb 2003||zuzu||i want to know|
|20 Feb 2003||Michael Mackellar||Has anyone seen SOLARIS?????????????????|
|20 Feb 2003||Michael Mackellar||Kim might find the help that is needed by listening to SLEEPING PILLS by a band called LONDON SUEDE.|
|19 Feb 2003||Felicia - Your Guardian Angel in Disquise||Dear Suicide Note XXX,
I can relate to the pain you are going through when you feel life isn't worth living. Take for example my mother. She lives life everyday being feisty and old making everybody's life a living hell. Unable to take her med's and being incontinent doesn't help either. Anyways, when you don't know what is going on and have no clue why you are here, there are two things that you need to figure out. One, you are either losing your mind because of a handicap that you can't help, and two, you are pushing yourself to lose your mind by telling yourself that you are a failure. Number two is your category my dear and that you can help, and please forgive me if you feel that I am being judgemental. To be honest with you, you have too much time on your hands. Get busy and do something instead of wallowing about killing yourself. Have you ever thought of volunteering in helping those who are unfortunate? Believe me, these people have nothing to live for and need a helping hand. They have nobody... nobody at all. There are no family and friends visiting, except for the physical therapist, the occasional doctor, and the nurse. That is why I am visiting and taking care of my mother, because she has nobody to take care of her, except me, my brother, and my mother's brother. Through countless arguing and ranting and raving, we care about mom. Besides with all this talk about war, the world can end tomorrow. So you see, why kill yourself? Live everyday like it was the first day of the rest of your life, and if it is hard to bear then think about helping others. For this you reap tons of friends. Gosh, you got me and I haven't even met you yet. Okay, how about this, I am going to yell at you. STOP THINKING OF KILLING YOURSELF! YOU'RE NOT CRAZY! YOU HAVE FRIENDS!! STOP DRINKING SO MUCH, IT'S BAD FOR YOU!! DON'T KILL YOURSELF BECAUSE THERE IS A PURPOSE WHY YOU ARE HERE.... STOP IT!! Stop thinking of killing yourself... Stop it, stop it....Stop it!!!
I haven't met you, but you're well liked so get over it. Besides who am I going to write to?
|19 Feb 2003||Lucy Cortina||Things get weirder in my life. And in life in general.
After sucking on too many yellow lollies, my lips got stuck together and I ended up with a "trout pout". So as you can imagine I look like a fish. Or a mermaid. A mermaid with 2 inflated dinghies on top of her.
So here I am, floating along in the ocean of life, waiting for a big steamer full of sailor boys to pick me up.
Shit! I just forgot about the WAR. I remember seeing signs saying "Don't Attack Iraq!" this morning when I went to buy my newspaper + condoms.
I could be killed by some huge navy vessel!!! So I need another type of 'vessel' to save me...
"BILLY!!! GET YOUR COCK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!"
|19 Feb 2003||javier payeras||hold your breath, till you die|
|19 Feb 2003||jess||hang ur self behind the stage at ur school i know sumone who did and it worked out pretty good 4 him|
|19 Feb 2003||suicide note XXX||If I could go back in time, and visit myself, do you know what I would say to my younger self? I would say, "KILL YOURSELF! LIFE IS NOT WORTH CONTINUING!"
My biggest regret in life is allowing it to continue for so long.
I'm not going to let it go on anymore, i am going to stop this pointless existance RIGHT NOW. i tried to be a good person. i tried to be me, but i dont know who i am, i'm scarred of what i am. Anyway, i wanna thank all the people that know me on the net for being my friends these past few months and i really appreciate it. I hope you all find peace soon (whether you live or die).
Mouchette, i hope you never close this site cause its a good thing no matter what anybody says, your site helped me a lot. All i can say to you kids (or anyone) who are thinking about killing themselves is to wait a few months, you never know, things might get better for you. If it doesnt get better, and it comes to the point where everybody hates you, you havent got any friends, you only go out at night so normal people dont see you, and you're going through mental torture everyday, and you've forgotten who the fuck you are, THEN do it. thats the stage i'm at you see, i have tried. Anyway, i am aware that i'm going to hurt my family a hell of a lot by doing this, nobody could possibly understand how sorry i am. But i'm too far gone, i have only two options:
1) end this pointless life
2) live an unhappy life isolated from the world going through mental torture everyday and past memories haunting me for the rest of my fuckin life, to save my family the hurt of losing me. TOUGH choice! but i'm going for number 1.
In the past suicide attempts i have done, i have told my family or someone i know, that i was going to kill myself (the reason i did this was so that i could say goodbye!) and i either got caught or was stopped from doing it. But this time, i am not going to make the same mistake, i am going to do it without giving any indication that i'm going to do it (apart from this suicide note, but no one that knows me in the real world knows this suicide is from me). Anyway, its time to do it, i have 90 10mg valium and a bottle of vodka, i've finished crushing half of the tablets and i have put them in the bottle, i will swallow the rest (i fuckin hate sallowing pills). I sincerely hope you all the best in whatever you choose to do. And to all of you that think no one cares or loves you, YOU@RE wrong, i care, i love you, i feel for you, i know you're pain. Believe me i do. I am going to go now, i have put my favourite tunes on, i have my cigs right next to me, and i have a spliff which i will smoke after i've drunk and swallowed everything. See ya..... Lots of Love Kim XXXXX :)
|18 Feb 2003||cassie dorr||whats the best way for myself to commit suicide im 15 years old iight please email me like wwhat pills should i take and all that shit|
|18 Feb 2003||Lee||Stop breathing.|
|18 Feb 2003||onirique||peut-être bien de jouer avec ce qui fait le plus peur aux plus de treize ans: le refus de manger par exemple.....|
|18 Feb 2003||popolls||Facile prend un yoyo deroule le fil du yoyo met toi sur la table de ton salon accroche le yoyo au plafond puis accroche l'autre bout du fil du yoyo autour de ton cou serre tres fort ensuite donne un grand coup dans la table afin qu'elle tombe. te voila mort par pendaison grace a ton yoyo censé etre inoffensif|