|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?
|12 Mar 2003||Ignatius Mackellar|| i'm not precisely certain about this, but i'm still willing to feel that i may have seen Ntozake Shange at the local low-Art depository yesterday. Needless to say, i didn't say a word to her... though i did manage to wave from a corner of my mind. But, as of course, She wasn't looking at Time. "Towards a Unified Reality" may become the title for my first published work of fiction. Having already discovered 4 publishers who have quite politely critiqued my writing as being enormously infantile, the once questioned faith in my writing ability has been renewed. Perhaps the insistence on hand writing the first edition, then having photocopies of each page bound together and set for retail without the slightest frill... Perhaps this is a very insipid insistence. Within addition to that insipidity, i've demanded that my first work of non-fiction, "Towards a Unified Surreality", be simultaneously published.
Tristan Tzara is the person i really need to get in touch with. He could surely make light of the reason behind all this... recession. Marcella Detroit is a Goddess!!
|12 Mar 2003||MeGz||This site is sad, why would you want to post up something that a young mind is gonna read and get ideas from? Like seriously if a 13 year old kid reads some of these responses its gonna show him/her that this world is truly fucked up and encourage them to kill themselves.|
|12 Mar 2003||dave||hang yourself|
|11 Mar 2003||Felicia||People will think you're insane when you reveal too much information. You know, the ole' (TMI) appoach. It makes one realize that if words were chosen wisely, then people will like you. In a cut throat world such as this it makes you wonder what purpose do you have here? Is it to wallow in misery to get by through the day or are you living a life just to exist? I see people in television have so much to do. Check out the Babes at Baywatch, and the only thing you see mainly is just "tits" and "ass". You see teenagers girls swiping cellphones, wearing scantily Britney Spears clothing with friends, young boys dress up in grunge, with baggy clothing, while observing adults peering down through grocery aisles with this ear piece stuck in their ear just to look cool and chatting about nothing in particular to waste their air time minutes.Then you're on the road on a workday morning and have to wait for the lane to clear as soon as the meter lights change from red to green, green to red, in a span of 6 seconds. And you see people on cell phones driving, while not paying attention to the road. Then the workday starts when you begin a presentation project and manage a whole bunch of water cooler loafers sticking around the coffee break room, talking about "American Idol" and what's up with Howard Stern. Then you advise these people to get back to their units to begin their projects, getting dirty stares, and you wonder sometimes why we are having a downturn of the economy. It's lazy workers I bet? Using company resources by taking office supplies, having expensive office parties for no reason, and coffee bags coming from the friendly neighbourhood Starbucks. At the end of the workday, you drive home and find that your car is running low on gas, and the only option is to run on fumes. Then you find that the nearest gas station and see that the gas rates are $2.19 to almost $3.00 per gallon for regular. In Europle, gosh... I can just imagine! Then you wonder why some people would like to kill themselves because they can't handle the world. It's when you have too much time, or too little in their hands and wonder when depression kicks in. Kids, living with parents is never easy. Living with siblings is never easy either. Then you see "The Osbornes" and see their rich and spoiled pets and children, and go to "Special Features" on their dvd then play a game of "Doggie Dookie". Heaven forbid. That's it! Don't kill yourself because you have way too much or too little time on your hands. If people don't like you and don't agree, why do it to satisfy them? The only way that you can survive in this world is to do things on your own and not depending on others to take care of things for you. As for me, I am beginning today by just shutting off the television set and putting the daily news in the recycle bin. Two things that I did to contribute to this world. Shut off the electricity, work on a battery operated laptop, and recycling. There I just saved the planet. Don't have a hole for a burial plot, because it cost way too much money for the people you care about. And don't worry about me, I am on lunch break and it is now 12:38pm Eastern Standard time. Using my own laptop, my own batteries, and my own portable dsl telephone line.|
|11 Mar 2003||Michael Mackellar|| MY PULSAR ~WOW!!
i read about Pulsars this morning (also referred to as spinning, magnetic-neutron stars). My birthstar may be one of these instead of the Blackhole i felt it must have been when i was little. Did you know the magnetic field of My Pulsar is about 100 billion times as strong as the magnetic field of the Earth??
Actually, i'm exaggerating a bit. It is only 1 billion times as strong. Most pulsars spin once every second or so; the slowest has a period of about 4 seconds, but the fastest yet discovered (which happens to be mine) spins on its axis more than 600 million times a second. Actually, i've just caught myself exaggerating again. It is only 600 times a second, but we're working on making it more impressive.
Imagine a ball of stuff the size of Lucy Cortina's left... Novelty, yet containing as much mass as our Sun, spinning once every 1.6 milliseconds and there you'll have some idea just what My Pulsar is like... ...Once again i've managed to exaggerate the facts and for that you have my apologies. You would only have to imagine a ball of stuff the size of Mt Everest... nothing so immeasurably gigantic as the aforementioned... Novelty.
By the bye, Roger Blandford, of Caltech, has estimated that there may be more than 100 million isolated blackholes across our Milky Way galaxy... and that the nearest one may indeed be much further away than we'd all like to hope it could be.
|11 Mar 2003||Naomi||Why does the fact that you're under thirteen have anything to do with it? A forty year old can slit their throat just as well as a twelve year old can, and even more, a twelve year old might be able to jump in front of a train faster than an old person. And really, if you truly wanted to die, you'd be dead by now. If you really really desperately wanted a glass of water, you'd go downstairs and pour yourself some, you wouldn't sit in your room like a moron trying to decide. You mean convenient for people under thirteen? Well you've got your window and the ground below, your car in your garage, kitchen knives downstairs, a hammer in the tool shed, removable razor blades in the bathroom, medicines in the cabinet, the curtains on your window (to tie around your neck), the cars in the street outside, the train, and... well I'm sure there's more but that seems like enough. So if you really want to kill yourself I doubt you're reading this now. However, if you just think you want to die, you probably just want people to love you more. So go ahead, try to kill yourself - you won't succeed if you truly don't want to but it will attract the attention of your family and friends and although it may fuck up the rest of your life and cause people to watch over you and care for you constantly, that may be exactly what you want. Good luck either way.|
|11 Mar 2003||Fucked uP bel||I want to die. Tonight. I have already tried the OD thing nothing really happened... i want something better.. somethint to say FUCK YOU to the world. Good bye everyone.... tonight is the night.... i hope you all find your way.... see you in hell|
|11 Mar 2003||Kate||Trust me on this... trying to overdose on pills or anything else is probably one of the most painful ways you could possibly die. I've tried it before and if you're looking for a painless way out that is not the way to go... I'm just posting this because I don't want anyone to have to suffer. Contact me if you'd ever like to chat or anything...|
|10 Mar 2003||Thom Yorke||_PLAYDEAD_ ~Help is on its way/i'm lost in space/no protection
Please/come and rescue me/i've got no friends/i'm an orphan...
who only has Faith to betray.
One Kiss from Krisha could blow me away??
|10 Mar 2003||Michael Mackellar+Tori Amos Forever!!!||Has anyone ever heard a song called
by Sheryl Crow???
|10 Mar 2003||Jack Waters||Brain death by cell phone waves|
|10 Mar 2003||Michael Mackellar||AND SO...
i AM NOT THE ONE
WHO IS TO BECOME
LORD OF MY OWN LIFE.
BUT MERELY A FRAIL THREAD
TO BE SPUN UPON THE CALICO
SO, i AM JUST ANOTHER
i CAN CUT
No. Please don't fret. i'm well aware that Selbstmord at this pointless point would only prove to be an act of redundance... It is obvious to me that i've been quite perfectly dead since the atrocity of my own conception took place.
|10 Mar 2003||cole||why kill yourself?
To show a weakness so great to do that is unforgivable
power is made by yourself not given of received
|10 Mar 2003||nomeD cilegnA||THE GREATEST STRESS ~How, if some night or day a Demon were to crawl after you into your lowest loneliness and say to you, "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything immeasurably small or great in your life must return to you... All in the same succession and sequence, even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The Eternal hourglass of existence is turned over and over, and you with it, a dust grain of dust." ...Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the Demon who spoke thus?? Or did you once experience a tremendous moment when you would have answered him, "You are a God, and never have i heard anything more Godly." If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you. The question in each and every thing, "Do you want this once more and innumerable times more?" would weigh upon your actions as the greatest stress. Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to Life... to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal????
|10 Mar 2003||Lucy Cortina||In not-so-secret code to agent Danny:
have saved the world again.
I am pleased to report that a vicar has been discovered tied to a lampost wearing only boxer shorts. This was during a dawn raid in an attempt to infiltrate the higly secret naked-vicar-cult-UK. This is a cult of practising vicars and similar holy men, who join hands once a month at undisclosed locations in the UK to dance naked around a camp fire at midnight.
We have yet to find them... but don't worry, agent Lucy will infiltrate the.. er "ring".
I fancy a bit of naked dancing...
Lucy Cortina, agent oo oh oh! of Super Secret Spy Sex (SSSS)
|10 Mar 2003||Toto le zéro||Une bonne méthode c'est de piller la pharmacie de tous les sédatifs et somnifères possibles. Tu les avales, et hop tu vas te baigner. Quand les médocs feront effet, tu coules et tu te noies sans t'en rendre compte.|
|09 Mar 2003||angel||there are many ways to do this. one is get a piece of broken glass and cut your wrists as deep as you can down the vein. injest as many pills as you can find no matter what they are and dont eat. stop eating and lock yourself somewhere where noone will find you for a while. grind up glass into a very fine powder and put it in your food and eat it. it will go into your blood stream and slice open your veins from the inside out. hurts a bit tho. drink as many bottles of nail polish remover as you can. take the cover plate off an outlet and take off the outlet, cut back the insulation, wrap the bare wires around a fork or some thing metal and hold on as long as you can.|
|09 Mar 2003||Felicia||Apologies to Lucy Cortina:
I started looking at my small specks. The jealousy of trying to compete with Lucy was utterly sad. Now she is mad at me. I always felt like the Jan Brady and she was the Marsha. "Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!" I screamed out in my head, but it was useless. To find solace, I had to seek the box of water-bras that Lucy gave me for Christmas. In the card, it read "with caring thoughts, Lucy". A tear streak fell out of the corner of my eye because I discovered jealousy can bring such an ugly face. I couldn't help that night when Lucy went out with a Knight, at the Royal French Palace in Paris. Lucy was stunningly beautiful with the crowd and showed such grace and poise. Then a Knight by the name of McKellar, took her sequined satin, precious diamond studded, gloved hand on to the dance floor. There I stood, amoungst the crowd as everybody gazed at the handsome couple. There was Billy staring at the handsome pair with his ear to ear grin. I tugged at Billy's coat tail but he failed to recognize me. I said, "Billy...Billy...Billy!" as crowds roared and cheered to the sway of the music. Still, he never heard me. Disgruntled, I took off, far from site to the back of the Palace and gazed at the moon from the balcony. The beautiful music played into the night. Then I started to cry like I never did before. It seemed I lost a sister and a friend, because of a joke I wrote in the post editorial one day. It suddenly was published and Lucy read it. Her shock was more than shock, so she shook with horror when I came to visit for tea at the Palace one morning. She yelled at me and said, "Felicia! Young lady, do you work for a tabloid?" I said, "No." "Well, then don't write anything about anybody if it isn't nice to say!" I said, "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" To be told that I was like a reporter or the paparazzi was bad enough. I felt like the telemarketer of the media. I ran from the Palace to cool off and gather some thoughts. A few days later, I wheel barreled a crate filled with petals and daisies. I lay them on the ground in front of the palace so Lucy and her Knight and shining armor can see that I placed them in caring words a mile long. It read, "I'm sorry Lucy Cortina for the miserable things I've said and please forgive me." I am standing by the castle right now. But neither Lucy or her Knight read it because they have been busy for a long time. It's taking days.
The clock keeps ticking. The story continues.
|09 Mar 2003||Danny Keaton||Infostream inc. has been watching this board for some time and has finally got some answers to the death of our Directer, Fred E. Catt, or ol' Fred as he was known to friends. He was indeed killed in hospital, his oxygen hose cut off. With the information given by you, we now know it was indeed Spencer C. Bad, the priest, that had killed him. Lucy Cortina, our inside agent has tracked the movements of Spencer and has found that it is none other than... Jeanie. The guilt had built up so much in Jeanie that she HAD to tell someone, thinking she could pass off her wicked act as humor, so no one would notice. Thanks to Lucy here, Jeanie can finally be stopped, before she kills off more of the infostream staff.
Yours truely, Daniel Keaton of SSSS.
|09 Mar 2003||une vierge non suicidée||mouchette, je n'ai pas trouvé la meilleure forme de suicide, mais déja je t'en donne une qui ne marche pas: prendre environ 30 cachets d'aspirine. c'est trop de la merde ca, j'ai essayé, ça m'a rien fait, c'est dégueulasse, j'ai fini à l'hosto en réanimation, et, un an après, j'ai toujours pas trouvé d'autre solution. J'ai aussi essayé de m'ouvrir les veines, ça pue la merde, mes ciseaux coupaient pas, et en plus, ca fait trop mal. Si ça peut t'aider tout ça...|