|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?
|11 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar||SONA Ag breacadh an lae do chumar ag suil/ aoibhneas an tsaiol amach romhainn/ clocha draiochta chomh geal lenar suile/ casan ag glioscarnach duinn// Suaimhneas na coillte is ceol inar gcroithe/ macalla fuaim an tsruthain/ duilloega fomhar mar ghuth ar an ngaoth/ se nadur is cuis lenar ngra// Anois ta realta a'rince sa speir/ is an saol ina gholadh go samh/ aislingi aille i ngairdin mo run/ briongloidi thart orainn ar snamh// Suile sior lasta le solas... suile faoi gheasa na run... taibhreamh ar sheoda an ghairdin... iontais nach sceithfear go buan// A'taisteal sa choill seo ar fan is ar fuaidreamh/ realta geala eolais ag lonradh don ri/ A'taisteal sa choill seo ar fan is ar fuaidreamh/ clocha bana ag lasadh ar sli Mick O'Brien|
|10 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar|| Devenir.
As long as mere enumeration is the only factoring necessary for fully comprehending the purity of the lifeforce being driven by the inclination, suicide can be a waltz through the park at any age. The most... conventional method for invoking such a mockery of self-fulfillment, is to willfully cave in to the thoughtlessness of modern social-engineering. Yes, just kill all your time by seeking one desensitizing distraction after another. Forget about all the Ageless souls who dare not fathom the depths of such resplendent shallowness. Forget Them... and focus upon becoming what you are Not. Cast aside the silly idea that the meaning of Life may be to Live for others. Laugh in the face of Reason, and feel free to rip its tongue out should the sounds begin to form, explaining that Depression is growth... of Virtue. Ever so soon, the music shall recede away, and the Waltz of Mind will rush through decay. Here... you will look back and understand that suicide actually proved to be rather fruitful. For you, who now lies silenced among the shattered masses, never really had a Life of your own to take... yet somehow, you managed to take it splendidly.
Suicide cannot be the answer at any age where enumeration fails to yield an encompassing definition. Consider the idea involving Death and Suicide as being two different things... Differing, perhaps, as perfectly as Love and Hate. If you feel as though you have absolutely no choice but to commit, at least take the time to place it in the appropriate perspective beforehand... And that involves the realisation that it is not Yourself who is doing the killing. ~i feel that it is a good idea to Listen to the music of "Belle+Sebastian", at least enough to memorize the lyrics to all their songs. And if you have yet to listen through the soundtrack to "Requiem For A Dream", at least a hundred times, please do so. i suppose if you haven't heard the latest album by "Information Society"-called "Don't Be Afraid", you've really got no business leaving so soon.
There, with all the passion you have found within and without to summon... See how Beautiful our world was meant to be... And share the Truth you feel... with Everyone.
|10 Jan 2003||nosaM legnA||SYMPARANECROMENIAN FAVORITES. VOL.21 The talk that suicide is cowardice is for most people nothing but a leap under a stage. Those shrewd and proud commoners who have never known that it requires courage!! Only those who have had the courage to commit suicide... can say that it was cowardly to have done it.|
|10 Jan 2003||Ichabod Mackellar||SYMPARANECROMENIAN FAVORITES. VOL.242 Most people rush after pleasure so fast that they rush right past it. They are like that dwarf who guarded a kidnapped princess in his castle. One day he took a noon nap. When he woke up an hour later, she was gone. Hastily, he pulls on his seven-league boots; with one step he is far past her. ~Soren|
|10 Jan 2003||elise armentier||je prends un crayon de couleur (c'est plus rigolo), et je l'enfonce un petit peu dans mon nez. A partir de là, je donne un grand coup de tete sur une table de manière à ce que le crayon transperce le cerveau. Et voilà!!!|
|10 Jan 2003||Depressed Di||i have no idea i am 13 and i have 19 scars so HA i beat that gurl way bk @ the begginin of the page. i dont have a clue what im doing but i dont reealy no how 2 kill urself i dunno if i even want 2 i just like slitting coz it kinda reminds u that u can hurt more than life does and YOU can hurt yourself more than OTHER PEOPLE can. btw, try not 2 let your m8s see bcoz 1 of myne clled becca she found out and started cutting herself 4 no reason so i spose i gave her the idea and also my boyfriend at the time saw it and he did it till i stopped so i dumped him :( i am a heartless whore..but hes stopped now and hes lovely we're still m8ss and he doesnt no i do it and he doesnt nemore neither does becca but btw the person who made this site must be a fucking terrorist coz this is sick why am i telling u this?? and plz dont email me unless u are sane and a fairly decent person and want 2 talk about things i care about...thanx y'all....XxX|
|09 Jan 2003||Angelface||Yeah man... I need some VALIUM TOO! CAN anyone get some for me.... I WILL GIVE YOU GOOD MONEY!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! no bullshit tho, i know what valium tablets look like OK? hey sort me out .... I'LL LOVE U FOREVER!!!|
|09 Jan 2003||DEAD GAL||DEATH CAMP<<<>>>ISOLATION DEHYDRATION AND STARVATION<<<>>>INTRUCTIONS....
Things you will need:
Loads of booze (alcoohol)
Loads of cigarettes (if u smoke)
A tv and playstation.
A bucket and toilet paper.
A very small room with no day light
Loads of razor blades.
So when you've got all dat, move all that stuff into the small dark room including yourself and lock the door and swallow the key (get rid of it).
Listen to music, tv, etc...
Dont drink anything but alcohol cause it dehydrates you, and don't have any food either. Otherwise you won't die. your life should be over in about two month. If someone saves you, you will be dead anyway from spending that much time alone without human contact. Don't forget to cut your wrists everyday.
|09 Jan 2003||Dark Soul||if your school has more than 1 story, like my school, or is near a cliff, u can jump from the highest place u can find so that all your friends can see it and so that the school counseller can see that he didn't help worth shit. if you can't jump bring a knife from home and slit your throat in the middle of the school yard so everyone can see and that the teachers that were going to fail u, even though u tried your hardest, can see what they have caused.|
|08 Jan 2003||fer||hang yourself from a tree|
|08 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar||SYMPARANECROMENIAN FAVOURITES. VOL.1 Virgilius the sorcerer had himself hacked to bits and dumped in a caldron to be cooked for 8 days in order by this process to be rejuvenated. He arranged for someone to watch so that no interloper would peer into the caldron. But the watchman could not resist the temptation; it was too soon, and Virgilius, as an infant, disappeared with a scream. i dare say that i also peered too soon into the caldron, into the caldron of life and the historical process, and most likely will never become more than a child... ~Soren~|
|08 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar|| Se Jeter~ i just discovered an unutterably remarkable book; one which may be of some assistance should you find yourself feeling... sinister. `Blank Slate`, by Steven Pinker. This heart-rendered work deals with human nature, from the angle of introducing considerations for conflict resolution and peacemaking that go way deeper than conventional analyses. Also, i should add, the book is rather large... so it may take a touch more effort to grasp. I'm currently sitting in my local hometown library, and 'Blank Slate' is resting safely in its secret cubbyhole. It is necessary for me to hide it away each day because my library card has been suspended, due to enormous late fees, and as a result i find myself effectively restricted from checking anything out. As long as 'Blank Slate' remains tucked away when i am elsewhere, i won't have to lose sleep over worring about some Willy Wanker-Sociology Major getting hold of it, and making me wait entirely too focking long for the return. I suspect this may, perhaps certainly, almost appear to seem a bit selfish... Yet i figure i have more than made up for it with my new years resolution. Yes, you guessed it, my wanking days drew to a close with the new year! You can't get much more selfless than that. Honestly though, i had the same thing planned last year... but the most ridiculously dream-like woman to ever step foot into a surrealist club happened to catch my interest right on new year's eve. We even spoke for a while, and i learned that she was aspiring to become a successful mesmerist. She proved the truth in her aspiration by singing the most beautiful song from 'Les Miserables', in my opinion. On My Own. Even still, it did not take me long to close up... And i soon convinced her that all we had to share, was distance. We returned, arms outstretched, to our separate ways. The club eventually closed, and i sped home in my wagon, cursing myself the whole live-long way for being so possessed by a shyness that is criminally vulgar. As a matter of course, i became frightfully distressed... so, when i arrived home and had crashed into bed, i proceeded to beat the hell out of myself... something like 8 or 9 times over. She was too beautiful. And i became so inhuman. Well, as one can well imagine, my set of unsuspecting sheets was in ruins. My selfless resolution was blown to bits not even 8 hours into the new year. This time around i am ready... i'm not caving in for anything!
Since lately i seem to have a remarkably enlarged amount of time on my hands for some reason that appears unfathomable, i've decided to copy the sleeve notes from 'Blank Slate', so in effect, you may be more readily able to decide whether or not such a book would interest you. I should add that 'A Beautiful Mind', 'I Stand Alone', and 'Shine' are 3 films worth renting. If you have yet to see them, please do so. ...The reason i've decided to include the notes from 'Blank Slate' is not entirely due to the mysteriously enlarged amount of time, i've also become quite happy since 'Common People' came on the radio a little while ago, and it happens to be one of my favorite songs.
I imagine Lucy Cortina as being quite fond of PULP, and i find myself wondering what other music exists as dearly to her... as dearly as she claims to have become to Herself. She claimed to feel so amazingly content... inside. LEGENDARY PINK DOTS, no question. ~the limits of my language define the limits of my world~ Ludwig Wittgenstein ~ ...but surpassing all stupendous inventions, what sublimity of mind was hers who dreamed of finding means to communicate her deepest thoughts to any other person, though distant by mighty intervals of space and time! of talking with those who are in Heaven; of speaking to those who are not yet born- and shall not be born for a thousand or a hundred thousand years. and with what felicity by the varied arrangements of constructs of our minds!! ~Soren
Sleeve Notes....... "Our conceptions of human nature affect every aspect of our lives, from the way we raise our children to the political movements we choose to embrace. Yet just as science is bring us into a golden age of understanding human nature, many people are hostile to the idea. They fear that discoveries about innate patterns of thinking and feeling may be used to justify inequality, to subvert social change, to dissolve personal responsibility, and to strip life of meaning and purpose. In 'Blank Slate', Steven Pinker explores the idea of human nature and its moral, emotional, and political colorings. He shows how many intellectuals have denied the existence of human nature by embracing 3 linked dogmas: the blank slate (the mind has no innate traits), the noble savage (people are born good and corroded by society), and the ghost in the machine (each of us has a soul to make choices free from the restrictions of biology). Each dogma carries a moral burden, so their defenders have engaged in desperate tactics to discredit scientists who are now challenging them. Pinker injects calm and rationality into these 3 debates by showing that equality, progress, responsibility, and purpose have nothing to fear from the discoveries about a rich human nature. He disarms even the most menacing threats with clear thinking, common sense, and pertinent facts from science and history. Despite its popularity among intellectuals during much of the twentieth century, he argues, the doctrine of Blank Slate may have done more harm than good. It denies our common humanity and our individual preferences, replaces hard-headed analyses of social problems with feel-good slogans, and distorts our understanding of government, violence, parenting, and the arts. Pinker shows that an acknowledgement of human nature that is grounded in science and common sense, far from being dangerous, can complement insights about the human condition made by millenia of artists and philosophers. All this is done with unutterably remarkable clarity..."
By the bye, i feel as though Eternity is the place that holds...................Time enough for Love. My Dream is to find each and every one of you there. And then....... [nicedream]
|08 Jan 2003||Dead soon I hope||I don't know, but you pious lot underneath with your simplistic answers clearly have no idea how a bad a person can feel, yes bad enough to want to kill themselves. How dare you comment on something you do not understand?|
|06 Jan 2003||burnek queen||drink cyanide. put some lemon drops to experience the sour sweet taste of death. remember, you can only die once. and you're a little fly, not a cat.|
|06 Jan 2003||psycho bitch...... send a post on mouchette for me||I cant go on any longer. i feel like my fuckin brain is gonna blow!!!! This site is full of shit!!!! theres good post but the stuff u need to kill urself painlessly is for me unreachable.....What the fuck am i gonna do? but no one gives a shit, i dont even know why the fuck i'm typing. I'm just losin it, and i need to fuckin kill myself, there aint no other way out of this insanity!! Got arrested the other day for attempt murder...so its either jail or death. and i want death. i went crazy at this bitch, battered her and left her for dead. i just lost it with her, she nearly died but i should of got done 4 gbh, init? end of the day, it was her fault, she shouldnt of told me, that she was gonna lock me up in a nuthouse for the rest of my life. WELL maybe i do ned to be in a nuthouse but i dont wanna be. ALL i want is 2 die painlessly, is it much 2 fuckin ask?? No it isnt. then everybody will be able to live happily ever after without me around. and i will escape my fate which is to be locked up all my life, drowning in my tears and fuckin misery. SO CAN SOME one please tell me how the fuck i can die painlessly with something that IS assessable 4 most people...PLEASE>>>help me.......Oh by the way, i'm not 13, i'm 14.|
|06 Jan 2003||sarah||OD on anxiety pills, not only do you die, but you get fucked up|
|05 Jan 2003||.....and so the new year begings... let's see how it goes.|
|05 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar||i seem to recall reading a quote by some spiritually catapulted, vacant presenced marxist involving the idea that it is the natural course... for all intellectuals to commit suicide. Well now, if that is the case, i wonder if suicide is the unnatural course for those who are something aside from being intellectual. i used to fancy myself as being quite an accomplished intellectual, yet with all the mind-warping anti-reality pills i have been unwittingly prescribed over the years, i feel as though i have been transformed into a fucking blockhead. If only i had taken my life during the intellectual days... i would have been well received by the eyes of nature. And here... if i do such a thing now, i fear that flying in the face of naturality may prove to be morbidly embarrassing. Good Heavens!!!! What an unutterably remarkable dilemma. Perhaps i should just develop a more... elevated passion towards life. Such senselessness is certain to deaden the insightful catastrophe which burdens me so. Okay, we now know that it has become prudent to prove to others, along with oneself, that one is unquestionably an intellectual before one can feel free to dislodge oneself from these godforsaken throes of absurdity ............................... and Here is the perfect place to plead your case. So, who dares to appoint the judge and jury?????????? God, sometimes you just don't come through.....
Sleep well, my friends. 'till anon
|05 Jan 2003||Lucy Cortina||Eternity... or heaven... would be a night inside me of course. What else?|
|05 Jan 2003||Michael Mackellar||What the hell is that HELLO DOLLY post all about? i thought that was the name the mad scientists gave to the cloned sheep they felt so inclined to subject to heartless redundance... Was it a hint towards having a clone operation performed, and then conditioning your newself in such a manner that he/she becomes perfectly manipulatable?|