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.

Date Name/email

Nom/email
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?
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?
05 Jan 2003 Michael Mackellar Hell was also having the Woman of your Dreams go fucking symparanecromenial, convincing her to shove a sewing needle through left testicle.
05 Jan 2003 Michael Mackellar How would you define Eternity, Lucy ?
04 Jan 2003 Tina fuck me and you'll find out!
04 Jan 2003 dana slit their wrists or get hit by a car
04 Jan 2003 Lucy Cortina Hell, my dear Michael, is running out of mascara and eye-shadow, and forgetting to put your bra on before going to school. Trust me - I've been there.
04 Jan 2003 Michael Mackellar Should i dare to awake before the aftermath of the impending inevitability, i feel as though i already know just what the most conniving flames of hell have in store for me...................... no recollection of You.
03 Jan 2003 Vivai Find an organs' dealer, (the internet will fit the bill) then tell him/her you want to sell a kidney, then another piece and then all your organs. You're making happy a bunch of sick rich people and the "organization" is likely going to provide the painless dying you're looking for. Tell them your gain must go to some people you like or to your favourite charity. Try threaten if they do not receive the money, some letters you have left to a friend or an attorney with records and evidences about them will be gotten by some papers (playful the Washington Post) or police departments.
03 Jan 2003 Lucy Cortina Ps - I thought Kylie Minogue wasn't very.. er... 'big' in America, Felicia?
I thought the Americans deemed her too sexy and so expelled her from your number? (much like myself, when my affair with Bush gets out, no doubt)

Mind you, America gave the world Britney Spears - Mrs Plastica Titties, of which I am the anti to.
What have we ever done that is so wrong to deserve such torture?
03 Jan 2003 Lucy Cortina I've done the broncho thing, Felicia. It played haddok... or rather havoc with my tights, and gave them ladders. Being sexy - as I have stated many times - is a tough job. It is not for the faint hearted.
I know a woman at my impatient-unit who hurt her back from too much sexual activity. Oh yeah, she's a vegetarian lesbian too. She said the other day to everyone:
"I'm just off to do my bits..."
We gasped in horror as to the implications of that statement. And I almost died in horror on the discovery of her laying on the floor outside the doctor's office "doing her bits" (exercises for her bad back). Ughh! She also has thighs like blocks of concrete from all the bike riding she does.
Anyway, as to PANS, Felicia, I only ever use a pan for one thing.

Frying sausages.

(and the occasional egg - although I am not too qualified in that profession, you understand - so don't get any ideas).
03 Jan 2003 sickofit i dont have any suggestions, i want to know a quick and painless way to suicide, i'm sick of my life, don't post anything stupid, all i want is the best way to commit suicide
02 Jan 2003 Michael Mackellar i am vacant from this world in a moment of solitude. i wish to apprehend strength from the ever exhaustion of others. my energy has been sucked from my bone marrow and harvest upon by the vultures of wandering eyes. i now can acknowledge where the strengths derive to arrive from ones lack of intensity and ingenuity. okay, i rest and reserve my strength within the regions where my soul cautizes and dissimulates growth. the best element i have come to comprehend is the measurement of Time. the vultures do not dare conceive time as a gift but a force that damages their waking existence. i now know i can walk, walk out my door and see what i had never dreamed of seeing at the start.............................. GAOLACH DIA the depths of winter longing are ice within my heart/ the shards of broken covenants carve deep into my soul/ the wraiths of long lost ecstasy still tear us two apart/ these sullen winds of bitterness now keen from turn to pole// the scars and twisted tendons the stumps of off-struck limbs/ this aching pit of hunger and throb of unset bone/ my sanded burning eyeballs as light within them dims/ add nothing to this torment of lying here alone// the shimmering flames of fever trace out your blessed face/ my broken eardrums echo yet your voice inside my head/ i do not fear this darkness which crawls toward me apace/ i only dread the loss of YOU that comes when i am dead.... Happy New Year!!! another year to kill... within the forgetful remembrance of how it feels to be alive. ~in the end we tend to love our desires and to loathe what is desired~ Sometimes i feel as though our god must actually be the god of slumber, and that all this blasted time is simply some horridly morbid wet dream that she is going through. Either that or god has become the mother of reverse atheism. What with being responsible for the creation of Infinite Fallibility (aka human consciousness) who could possibly blame her for self inducing some wicked strain of amnesia as means to maintain a shred of sanity. Good Heavens! What a strange matter of humanity being conditioned by time to lose faith in the necessity of a god.... and god, through the distanced romance of eternity, convincing herself that she never really believed in humanity to begin with.
i have had an odd experience involving the consequences of Selbstmord. i had lodged myself in my station wagon, within the midst of a perfectly concealed surrounding upon the outskirts of Pleasant Prairie. The exhaust was pouring in through my father's shop-vac hose and everything was beginning to compose a well conceived silence. It somewhat suddenly dawned upon me that i was far too young, so i pulled myself away. Yet i find it all rather strange since more than 45 minutes limped by before i made my supposed escape... from my escape. i find myself feeling as though perhaps i did succeed. 45 minutes in the throes of such resplendent reasoning is far more than enough time to bump oneself off... perhaps the aftermath of a self-induced disposal is simply a subtle shift in the profound indifference of time/logic. i don't know, perhaps i have been dead for quite some time now, even though i still fancy myself as being so young. Perhaps reality is far more heartless and more conniving than any of us... discontents... could ever dare to imagine. All we have to do is provoke it. The tricks life plays those who are sick enough to take it seriously are far more absurd, no question. imagine
02 Jan 2003 Felicia Lucy, I'm surprised you left so early to catch the Pan Am 3:13 pm flight to LAX airport from San Francisco and took the Pan Am first class at 9:00p.m. to New York and an adjacent flight to London, a day before Christmas Eve. Hope the jet lag isn't ruining your beauty sleep. A check for $161.07 USD? You can send it in attention to Mr. Frank Abagnale J.R's trust fund. If you can catch him if you can. Besides, you should save it for an affair to remember in Paris or for those Agent Provocateur lingerie modeling assignment photoshoots. Be sure to do a side shot like Kylie Minogue on a bucking, mechanical bronco. Just don't let the Margaret Thatcher look-alike intimidate you because of your nice swinging nuggas. Before you reach for the box of diet sugar-free bonbons tonight dear, Happy New Years for 2003. Please don't feed any chocolates to George. You may need a lead and pulley to deter his addiction to Toblerone chocolates. Steer him far away ...far, far away from the Belgian chocolates. You know George cannot eat "just one".
02 Jan 2003 Marius Mackellar Let us pray that nature has developed her sense of discretion, and that she makes good use of it when transmitting the profound fumblings of our history... Lest she blind the very stars with such resplendent unsightliness.

Prev   Much more than this....
   Next
1 2 3 4 5 ... 887 888 889
Famous users search:
Lucy Cortina   Chris   Mackellar   Felicia   Joe Lee   Billy   Phil   will snow   Enzyme   

Search:  
Read the archives