|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?
|30 Aug 2002||Cut Lip||James was a con-artist. He lived in a half-way house and spent his measly peddlings on heroin. I saw him one day walking down the street. He asked me for a quarter. I gave it to him. He told me what it was for. I told him that honesty is the best policy and the truth would get him far. That's when I decided that the bricks surrounding my cell were so tightly enclosed that no one could have been in there with me. Who the hell was I just talking to. Who am I talking to now?
|29 Aug 2002||Justin||There is no real easy way to kill yourself when youre under 13. At this age you must use the fastest method possible, a gun, a knife, jump from somewhere very high. If you choose a slow method you may get scared and go only part way and live with the consequences. Sleeping pills may be the only slow way that may work, but, you must do it at night or when youre sure no one will be around for a long period of time. And, you must take many, many sleeping pills, 50 to 60 and alcohol if you can get it. And, plan what youre going to do and have it ready when the time comes. And most of all test your feelings. If you're not completely happy with what you're about to do, then don't. Wait until you are.|
|29 Aug 2002||Mouchette||May I remind everyone that I don't necessarily publish the entries in the order in which I receive them. The sign that your entry is being published is when you receive an email with :[name] your suicide suggestion...
PS: remember this email comes from my email robot and everybody gets the same.
|29 Aug 2002||DD||Just curious what happened to that last entry? It seems to have been deleted? Try to hide something mouchette?|
|29 Aug 2002||odd_orange||Lucy, i applaude you for your Aug. 26 entry.. i agree with you. i only wish kelly, and others like kelly, that they also agree with you.
Billy, don't fret, i thought your story on the old poeple home was excellent, just the same as your other ones are. perk up pookey ;)
|29 Aug 2002||Jeanie||Last night after having one of the worst of my many bad days I was laying in my room looking up at the man-made sky. You know? The lil glow in the dark stickers that people put on their ceilings to get that "fake outside" feeling. I never understood why people get those. There is a FREE beautiful sky right outside. It isn't hard to get to and you don't have to get a good seat like at a concert. It's always the same sky and it never fails to amaze me. So I just layed there... looking at my fake sky that the resident before me had put up. I decided to go on a fake star boycot and go outside to see the real stars. They always seem to cheer me up after my awful days... I was looking up at the big dipper, and the little dipper, and all those other stars and constellations that I can't remember the name of. I was thinking about all the shit that had gone on that day. How my boyfriend and my best friend were caught having sex in the stair-well of my school, and how my boyfriend slammed the door on my nose when he opened the stair-well door again after putting on the clothes that were thrown all over the place that was "our spot", and not to mention my car being towed because I happened to park in a different spot than what my permit said to... ONE DAMN SPACE OVER!!! Then, as I finally started to think how none of this bad day mattered. How it is just going to be a really really bad memory after all the fights, healing, and impounds were all over with. I started to think how I would get everyone back tomorrow. People say two wrongs don't make a right, but hell if it isn't fun to watch the people that did you wrong squirm!! First there was the question of how to get back at Trent (my boyfriend.. newly EX boyfriend). "He has a really good friend that has eyed me since me and Trent started dating a few months ago"... I was starting to figure out an ingenious plan... involving ex's best friends, friend's ex's and the principal's BMW... I looked up the the stars that had started giving me comfort and I started to smile. Then I see this gray blotch up in the sky.. I looked closely and squinted my eyes wondering what it could be. It seems too small to be a cloud and too big to be a plane. Then.. "OH SHIT IT'S POURING!!" It's the clearest night I've seen all year and it's raining!?!?!?! Go Figure...
Just as you start to have a good moment... God pisses on you!
|29 Aug 2002||billy||you know i didn't get the response i wanted from my last entry. why can't i spread my wings and get the same damn feedback. am i destined to write horrible little comedy quips, for the rest of my life? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!
you know lucy, you are absolutely right. no matter what goes on in my life, i always make time to check out mouchette.
this is a shout out to gloria, without you i would never have this thorn in my side
|29 Aug 2002||daria||if i were under 13 i could die as a heroin, fighting the bad ones.|
|27 Aug 2002||suicidalgirl420||Billy, team death is a website i stumbled upon one day that makes up funny and creative ways to kill yourself. I also wanted to tell you that i loved the story about you and your girlfriend. it's so true what you say, i've seen it happen so many times before. It's amazing how the power of drugs will change someone's mood so quickly.|
|27 Aug 2002||People think suicide is wrong and if you're depressed you need to seek help. But for me it is normal. I've come to accept my depression and suicidal thoughts and feelings as part of my everyday life. Is it me that's crazy or everyone else?|
|27 Aug 2002||Fucked up||Its 6:28 AM and every time i fall asleep someone calls me and wakes me up or my parents do. I haven't slept more than 2 hours in a row in days. And yeah I know, this isn't my own personal journal to write this stuff in and i'm sure no one wants to read about it but i'm bored out of my mind and no one else will listen.
so hmm... how does my life suck now? well my ex bf / best friend told me the other day that when i kill myself he wants to be on the phone. And today when i said i might have done too much dope cause i couldn't swallow he said he hopes i od. My other best friend who has turned into a bisexual but won't admit it, wants me to go to her house and "do stuff" with her. We used to be so close and tell each other everything and now she has to go and turn into a lesbian and ruin it all. And to think, all those times i changed my clothes in front of her thinking nothing of it. My parents either don't take me seriously or just dont give a fuck about me. And i'm too young to drive or do anything so i'm pretty much stuck here for the next few years (assuming i live that long) So basically, my life sucks. Then people wonder why I'm depressed and tell me to get help. I don't need a counsler, i need money! If i had money i could get my learners permit, rent an apartment and get the hell out of here before i do something drastic like suicide. I plan on taking about 6 10 mg valium and then going to take a nap on the railroad tracks. it's just a matter of time before i go through with it.
|26 Aug 2002||Lucy Cortina||Kelly you lil' puddin'... it's only a bit of fun my dear.
Have you ever fancied streaking in the rain, in one of the most crowded streets of London? Boobs bobbling, bottom wobbling in just your nik-nicks? It's fun, IT IS! It may bring a greater enhancement to your life.. similar to this site. Why do we come back, eh? If not only to try outdo each other..
Like everyone else, after coming here I go sit in the jacuzzi of my big country house in the middle of the English countryside. I might even have a sip of tea from my china cup.. or a french fancy, crumpet or scone. I might even have fish and chips when I'm slumming it. But I always come back here.
Call it a drug if you will. It certainly beats the competition known as chatrooms where they have such silly names, like Fanny's Yang, Auntie Hot, Hotboi 4 u etc. Here we like the simple life, with simple names. And I have my Billy... if not only for a little foreplay before going to the next naughty site.
Stay Kelly. This site is will be fun for you, if you let it.
|26 Aug 2002||Kelly||What kind of people are you? Sickos!! There is no good way to kill yourself. Life may suck at times but it is never so horrible that it's worth ending it all. What a horrible web site. Seriously you need help.|
|26 Aug 2002||Lara||I tried tylenol pm, 50 of them in fact, didn't do a damn thing, tried hanging myself, duzn't work, tried sitting out in the snow for hours, barely dressed, tried everything, the knife won't slit my throat, the razor won't slice my vein, all i want is a gun. but i wonder if the bullet will do anything...|
|26 Aug 2002||Tell me yours||I'm immune to pills. I have taken so many prescription pills and just woken up with a headache. WTF!?!?! I duno... I've been reading this site and these answers are pretty good, well some of them are. Bye Bye|
|25 Aug 2002||Crazy biatch||God damn it how come by response won't show up!|
|25 Aug 2002||Annette||hello it's me again. well i haven't written anything in a little bit. well this time i really think i have a date set. it'll be on Aug. the 26th if everyhing goes well i can't wait. everyone thinks i'm ok when i'm really not. my gosh isn't it obvious already?! haha ok well bye bye :)|
|24 Aug 2002||billy||this is a variation of a story my grandmother read to me as a child. i decided to make the story more interesting and detailed so that it may appeal to older people. this is going to be a little different. it is going to be a three part entry and i am actually going to capitalize for some reason.
The Bed by the Window PART I
Elsie, a middle aged nurse for Gails Manor Retirement Home was doing her morning rounds and vitals. (Check the pulse on the wrist, take thier pressure and put it on the list.) Elsie often came up with little rhymes for he own amusement. It was safe to say elsie loved her job. She only had one more room to do on her wing before she was off doing some lengthy task she really didn't mind doing. She opened the door to 25C. Mr. O'riley and Mr. O'leary were eating their breakfast of cornflakes, orange juice, and bran muffins. "Just here to get your pulse and blood pressure." Elsie said with a ring in her voice. O'leary welcomed her with a smile that was quite over sized due to the dentures he was wearing. O'riley just grunted and shoved a piece of bran muffin in his mouth. "Do you think you can take a break from that delectable muffin there Mr. O'leary so that i may get your vitals." O'leary laughed at Elsie because he knew the muffins were nowhere near delectable, but closer to detestable. The walk over to O'leary's bed was considerably long, past O'riley's bed, past certain life supporting machines, and around his bed to his right arm, which was his strong side due to the stroke he had on the left side of his brain. The morning light coming in through the huge plate glass window accented every feature and valley in his face. He looked beautiful to her. She worked quickly and gently so that O'leary could get back to his meal. She then moved over to O'riley's bed. O'riley immediately put up a fuss. "You're not coming over here to squeeze the hell out of my arm devil woman" he said in voice that was old and gruff. Elsie just smiled and said "Okay, have it your way i will just get the head nurse and be on with myself", then started for the door. O'rilley then said in a beseeching manner. "Come on, get it over with." Elsie knew that statement would work, it always did when he wanted to challenge her, because O'rilley knows the head nurse has an attitude to match his and then some. The confrontation didn't make Elsie want to do her job in any way less than par, even though the contrast in attitudes of the two patients made her feel kind of ill, elsie was a good nurse. She finished her job, bid them a good day and moved on.
|24 Aug 2002||Lucy Cortina||That's ok Billy...so long as the wriggly diddly doesn't make a dirty squirty, it's abso-lutely-fine.
Tune in tomorrow for Lucy's great metaphorical big red bottom! Similar to a baboon, this indicates when the Lucy is 'in the mood'. And sometimes she...
oh, you'll just have to wait my dear!
Did you know that the black-widow spider can have multiple orgasms??
|24 Aug 2002||billy||lucy honey, having you describe the bigness of your body parts makes me big in certain parts.
suicidalgirl, i am not a member of team death, what the hell is team death?, but thanks for asking.