|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 Mar 2002||Lucy Cortina||PS - Observer... I very much doubt that you could even observe whether or not breast implants lurk behind Britney Spears' nunga nungas.|
|03 Mar 2002||Lucy Cortina (REALLY)||Moi?? Objective observer, I have to say that I am absolutly OUTRAGED! As my head teacher says, "HOW DARE YOU???"!
Whether or not that is really an 'observer', or indeed Mouchette himself, you talk bullshit. I was actually going to say that Mouchette, you should not stand for that John Barone calling you a nudist...
...although how do i know that isn't true? A lot of artists do like to use the naked body as, um.. 'art'.
The GENUINE, REAL LUCY CORTINA----
Recently, Pamela Anderson was voted the 15th sexiest model in history. It was interesting that the 14th was an airfix model airoplane... up to you, boys to decide which one has the most plastic and leaves you with the stickiest hands...
|03 Mar 2002||Sob||Hang yourself with a yo yo. Play cowboys and indians with real guns. And take a death leap off the monkey bars.|
|02 Mar 2002||Objective Observer||Not all of your emails labeled Lucy Cortina are from her... An imposter is afoot.|
|02 Mar 2002||Tami||i came on here to spill my guts, pain, and sadness with non judgemental strangers. all i got to do was boost the demented ego of some demented human being. i play with my own emotions enough by myself. i don't need any help from people like that. there are better sites to go to, and better people to talk to. if you haven't already guessed, i agree with Mr. Barone.|
|02 Mar 2002||James||slit your wrists|
|02 Mar 2002||d||all you gotta do is runaway from the present, live a life of crime, be very dangerous, and at least die having fun... and making a name for yourself. thats what il'l do... rob a bank... it's worth a try if you really got nothin to lose.... maybe you'll get away with it|
|01 Mar 2002||Lucy Cortina||Mouchy... pleeeeeease put up the recent entries.... i need a good laugh right now..|
|01 Mar 2002||greg||eat lots and lots of candy till your teeth rot out then, refuse to eat anything but potatoes (mashed) and drink only coca-cola.|
|28 Feb 2002||maggie||i want to die|
|28 Feb 2002||Je me demande qui est l'ordure qui a publié ce site. Je préviens la GRC immédiatement. Gaëtan Roussy, psychologue|
|27 Feb 2002||nacker||Have you ever tried 'Orgasmic Coffee drinking'?
You take these special biscuits which are filled with chocolate cream, and drink the coffee by sucking it through the biscuit, then you eat the biscuit. It's supposed to be orgasmic...
Penguins will do, or if you're Australian try Tam Tams......
|27 Feb 2002||Tami||I remember when i was 9. My parents got divorced and dad moved out. Dad and i were best friends. We did everything together. It wasn't long after that, that i started to feel very unhappy. I have felt unhappy since then. I have come to terms with dad leaving, but now he has left for good. He died July25, 01. Dad was the person i always talked to about anything. Even if "my way" was wrong, he never told me i couldn't do anything. The rest of my family just never listen and to top that my mom is a bitch. Anyway, when i was nine, i thought if i jumped in front of a car, that would do it. Well, i'm 30 now and that car still drives by every day. Funny how it became to look like a gun. I still think about killing myself everyday. Honestly, i don't think it will ever go away. I've been admitted to several hospitals and all they do is give you an anti-depressant and tell you to call them in a week. There is no magic pill to make these thoughts go away. I talk to my pychologist once a week, but it seems to me that we never solve anything. I'm starting to wonder if there is anything to solve. Something stupid keeps me alive everyday. Even if it's just a tv show. Some of you may be laughing, and i understand, but to me you must realize that this is not a joke. Now that my dad is gone forever, it will only be a matter of time.|
|27 Feb 2002||John Borone||Mouche, who ever you are (I doubt a 13 year old can make such complex graphic designs - its inconceivable). However, I'm am a psychologist with a masters degree going for a doctorate and I really can't "fully" (100%) diagnose you from this vantage point, just to let you know. You obviously learned (as we psychologists call this, and it is a big word: "cognitive psychological processes") that you find that suicide is a good thing - and your message board fuels your ego. You're turning into a narcissist (a person who is infatuated with themselves - look it up at a search engine for a medical definition). However, I cannot tell how deep this is, if it's curable, etc. Now, if anyone here would like to talk to a psychologist (I will be licensed in a year, but I can legally work as a psychologist in the US - and I'm being honest). To tell you the truth, the longer this website lasts, and the more attention you get, the more overconfident you will become - and you will overestimate yourself. However, it is you who will ultimately decide your fate, and I must accept your independance no matter what you decide to do. If anyone would like to talk, e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org (even though its really not my account, a good friend is letting me use it).|
|26 Feb 2002||Lucy Cortina||"Superman"
Today the phone rang, and my sister answered it.
"Heggo? Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes, listen"
I could hear her singing her version of 'Dancing Queen' and there was a banging noise as well - she would be doing the accompanying dance. God help the poor sod on the other end of the phone.
"Dancing bean... dancing bean... feel the touch of my tangerine...ine..."
It was so loud even Mutti was forced to shut her up. The phone was for me - it was Robbie, my new Sex God boyfriend. I shot downstairs, checking in the mirror at my hair, wanting to put on some make up. OH GOD!!! Am I mad? Sex God doesn't have X ray vision and can't see down the telephone line!
|26 Feb 2002||latatia||a nutella overdose looking at britney's tour and dreaming about prince William|
|26 Feb 2002||spacefux||Take handfull of pills from your grand mothers house. lock yourself up in the basement shortly after you take them|
|25 Feb 2002||Dr Harold Shipman||Tell your parents you are pregnant, when they ask who did it, say your father and then jump in the middle when your mother goes for your father with a knife and get stabbed. Try to manouver yourself into a position where the knife will go into your heart. Hope this helps.|
|25 Feb 2002||852||Find a purpose... then dedicate all your energy into that purpose|
|25 Feb 2002||poopmaster jinkinz||Call a big black woman a nigger THEN call her mother a bitch... in South East Washington DC. Then close your eyes.|