|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?
|03 Jul 2002||Martin Bulot||C'est trop jeune pour se suicider. On ne peut pas se suicider avant d'avoir réellement connu l'amour. Entre 16 et 20 ans pour la plupart des gens. Néanmoins, si je devais conseiller à un jeune de se suicider, je lui dirais de sauter à pieds joints jusqu'à ce qu'il meurt d'épuisement.|
|02 Jul 2002||billy weepingfreak||this is billy: my goal today is to kill lucy cortina with kindness. please you ample breasted sex god, i need you to be here, you give me inspiration, motivation, and aggravation. all three of these things are great, therefore you are great. i am sure mouchette misses you, i miss your snotty british humor, so come back , @>-}-----|
|02 Jul 2002||mouchette can't be human :-)||I understand that this nasty little site was created mainly for entertainment purposes, and I think the idea of kids suggesting suicide brainless and laughable.
"Stupid mo'fuckers, why don't you stop bitching and do something with your fucked up lives? You shit for brain idiot kids. You little fucks, at the maximum you've only been coherent for seven years or so."
Besides, you should be able to think of other things to do. Even if your life is the worst and you have good reason to want to suicide, you have to be creative. Imagine what you could do, if you have no regard for life? There's so much you could do, you have to try it all. And it hasn't been done within your measly thirteen years.
Think about it. You can always kill yourself later. (After you've reasonably thought everything through and tried else in the world :)
|02 Jul 2002||billy|| in the united states we have a holiday called independance day. in 1776 we declared ourselves as an independant country, no longer to be subject to the tyranny and religious oppression of king george the 3rd. we were finally free to govern ourselves (but not without a shit load of blood shed). this is a monumental point in history and and has shaped this very nation.
this is a time to celebrate. a time to jump up and say "i am proud to be a red blooded, white skinned american" as you hand the fifty bucks you were going send to the 9-11 fund over to a greasy mexican selling fire works out of his van. this is a time to get drunk and beat your wife and kids in the privacy of your own home. this is a time to find any reason to start a fight with that man you know from india. it is a time to eat red, white, and blue candy sprinkles of your cone as you watch a fireworks display from the downtown stadium. this is a time you should not bother thinking about the suffering in other countries. this is a time you should lay your head on your comfortable pillow and go to sleep in a world you feel is safe.
|01 Jul 2002||K||I'm sure you didn't miss anything.|
|01 Jul 2002||Mouchette||I was moving to a different server and all the entries since the last friday, 28th of June have been lost. So please post them again (provided you're still alive)|
|29 Jun 2002||Alex||I'm 14 and i hate my life. It's no one's fault but mine. It's funny though, I come from a moderately wealthy family, I'm very smart (a year ahead of my age in math and all honors courses) and not all that unpopular. I just hate my life. The only thing that keeps me from killing myself: I'm too fucking sensitive. Though my parents piss me off so fucking much, I know their lives would be over if I were dead. But that's it. I have no real friends. No one who would cry for me over my death. I hate all you shits that say suicide is for pussies or that we're just looking for attention. You've never been down this fucking road. There is no end to this tunnel. It just gets longer and longer. You try being unpopular, bad at sports and not being able to talk to a girl, much less ask her out. What's the point of life? The point of life is to die. It's inevitable. Everybody is going to die. Me, you, every Fucking person in this goddam world. We're all going to die. Why delay it.|
|28 Jun 2002||Do Re Mi||Hey you out there!!!! I'm very sick with my life!! I have a mama who doesn't love me!! I have a papa who is a freak!! My sisters hate me. I have to marry a man that i dun love. I have no reason to live this world. No one cares about me. U all dun understand being treated like shit. I ain't give a fuck what u r saying here. U may call me nuts, sick, insane, or whatever!! I ain't gonna change my mind to commit suicide!!! Fuck u all!! U all damn have a good life!!! N stop giving any bloody advices if u dun understand being treated like shit here, even worse than an animal!!!!|
|28 Jun 2002||Denice||Hmmm... you all dun understand why people decide to kill them themselves. I am so depressed, and i have no one to talk to. Nobody likes me, and they all treat me as i'm invisible. I dun give a heck what u say here, i'm not gonna change my mind to kill myself. That's the best way to get rid of the problems that i have being treated like shit in this world!!!!!|
|28 Jun 2002||amber||choke yourself with fishing wire.|
|28 Jun 2002||girl having violent thoughts||hey, mouchette, you are actually writing and posting on your site, that's so cool!! its so neat to see you actually, i've never seen u on the site before, writing i mean. hey, i am just curious, if u read this, how old are u now? anyhow, i dont get this whole lucy and billy thing.
oh, and if anyone has a GUN, and wants to lend it, or sell it to me, please tell me, i will give money.
|28 Jun 2002||billy the freak||lucy is a transexual. mouchette is a website. billy is a freak. it all goes together perfectly. like the pieces of a puzzle, an extremely complex one at that. so, today rain has brought a good break for me. i decided to sit on my front porch and and feel the cool misty air on my face. (as i have expressed in earlier posts i hate the sun) it felt envigorating! my face, arms and feet were tingling in a natural sort of way, i decided to strip down to my keks and prance around, i felt so very free. i was in the back yard dancing in my boxers, having the time of my life. then bridget came. she had a tomato soup can in her hand and a smile on her face. " what are you doing billy" she said in a half controled half chuckling voice. "what does it look like, bridget" i replied sarcasticly. i love bridget, i want bridget, i will never have bridget. " it looks like you're dancing in your underwear, i came down here to see if you wanted to play kick the can, but since you are busy i will go down to bennet's house" she started to walk slowly away, i know she wanted me to say something, so i did " hey bridget i will play with you but we need more people, and we need to play by my rules". i had the widest grin, i looked like cheshire cat. no sooner then me saying that she pulled off her sun dress and joined the party. her radient beauty excited me, but i kept it under control. i was proud of myself. she ran into my house and called her sister and a couple of her friends. it became a big underwear party, soon people joined in off the street. so we laughed and played kick the can and limbo, all in our underwear. somebody started to pass around a couple joints and all went crazy. pot must be some kind of aphrodisiac. so party moved inside and became an orgy. it is going on as i type this. i don't get into all that. bridget is right here looking through my sketch pad. she is asking me very nicely to come sit on the bed with her. maybe i will get lucky tonight, cross your toes for me. everybody, it is time to go home, find your clothes and get out.
:: REMEMBER KIDS WHEN HAVING GROUP SEX USE A DIFFERENT CONDOM FOR EACH PARTNER MALE OR FEMALE ::
|27 Jun 2002||Lucy||I thought I told you - I don't need any breasts.. I will however donate them for a large sum of money. And how did you guess? The surgeons cannot change me - they can do wonders to nasty growths, and cut off little beeps - but my mind is still that of a woman. Right now it's telling me that I need chocolate. Anyway..|
|27 Jun 2002||mouchette||Yeah, it's a lot easier to call oneself Lucy Cortina than to look like her...
I think Lucy is a transsexual, that's why she's undergoing so much plastic surgery. Why didn't you tell me Lucy? I could have donated my breasts, I'm not using them..
|27 Jun 2002||Lucy||Ok, I've had a read thru now. You could be right about Jade, stoner gal. And Alex? Gay or not - das ist ze question. I think he is, but pretending he isn't. Must dash now..|
|27 Jun 2002||Lucy||Bloody hell.. I've been away, what, 2 days?
I have more important things to worry about, Billy. Plastic surgery is no stroll in the graden, you know.
Talk to you later-
|27 Jun 2002||billy the freak||hey, maybe lucy killed herself. lucy, say something say anything. where is your fighting spirit. if i were to admit that i had no idea where your writings came from. would you come back? lucy we need you, don't get a life now.|
|27 Jun 2002||billy the freak||lucy, what's wrong? you find hard to be original. you don't have to write stories, just share thoughts or little humorus quips. anything lucy, i'll be waiting.
|27 Jun 2002||just a sad guy||make sure the house is empty. take as much medicines as possible (no vitamines!) with this you can make a perfect cocktail for your own death. Alcohol is not necessairy but can be helpful.|
|27 Jun 2002||girl with bad thougths(well, they're not bad to me, only to othe||hey, the docs from the mental hospital diagnosed me with schizoid personality disorder. so now im on anti-spychotic drugs. hehe. i dont know, im not crazy, im really not. but i do want to do some bad things, but does not mean that i'm mental. like kill students in the school, then would be nice to blow the whole F-ing school to pieces. but, that will never happen, cuz i dont have any explosives, or even a gun. if i didnt blow up the school, it would be nice just to shoot a whole bunch of kids, (like maybe 20 at the least would be nice) and then just wait till the police get to me, and then they could shoot me, and kill me. or if they didnt shoot me, maybe they'd send me to jail and i'd get the death sentence. and die. its all i wanna do, its kinda bad in a way, cuz i know im not suppposed to be thinking about this stuff, and i always deny it now, that i dont have bad thoughts, but i do. but, unfortunately, like i said before i dont have any guns or stuff to complete my mission. it's my dream, to have a school massacre bigger than any other, then go out knowing your name will go down in history, at least. it gotta be really successful though, no mess-ups, and LOTS of people have to die. ...the only way i'd be happy with what i did is if it went really well. dont want nobody stopping me part way through, gotta do it all. it's gotta be really big deal, or nothing at all, that's the way i see it. (and want it). bye y'all|