|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?
|01 Oct 2005||chameleon||i think i may have figured out my 15 year plight. you see at a young age i discovered i had to wear glasses because of my poor eye sight. they seem to have always been a bit lop sided. well just the other day i was getting out of the shower and as i finished drying off i gazed upon the glory of my testicals. i was fixed upon them. watching as they just dangled there in the mirror. i noticed one was dangeling a bit more than the other. i began to meditate upon this and then it dawned on me. its true just as everyone had always told me. my glasses were in fact straight. as was my head. its just no one else can see it because they are lop sided as well. trapped in this paradox. however due to the extra sag it has thrown off my whole universe in which i exist. its not just my glasses or my single testical. its not just the words on a page as i read. i have discovered what really is the center of the universe. it is my own family jewels. and since one of them is off centered so is the whole universe. so when you see something leaning a little to the left (northern hemisphere) you wonderfull people who have read my post will know why. i would like to formerly appologize to each and everyone who finds this an inconvenience. i am terribly sorry. however this is not entirely my fault. i plan on having corrective laser surgery to fix this matter so the universe can once again go back to normal. and there can be balance in all our lives. this may also be a major factor in someones brain being in someone elses boobies. im not sure about that though.|
|20 Sep 2005||Lucy Cortina||(continued)
"Oh Lucy!" exclaimed Mouchette. "Oh Mouchette!", exclaimed I. "Give me your brains to keep me alive!" Mouchette ran around the table to where I was seated, ripped open my blouse, and lifted me onto the table. It creaked under the strain.
"Not the breasts!" I said, but it was too late, Mouchette pushed me backwards onto the plates full of chicken breasts, turkey breasts, and so on. It was very slippery.
We made love on top of the table. On top of a table full of breasts.
And he certainly didn't disappoint. At some point during all the passion, the table collapsed, but I didn't notice - I was in such ecstacy. The feelings coming out of his beautiful brains were incredible. Such power, such beauty, such darkness!
My breasts began to slowly expand, but I didn't notice until it was too late. Mouchette rubbed garlic butter over my boobs, and it felt so good I commanded him to continue. He was actually lubricating my boobs in preparation for his evil plan...
As they expanded, small holes began to open in the nipples. I felt like I was going to orgasm. The feeling grew, as Mouchette squeezed and rubbed my boobs, as they inflated, until I reached the point of climax. When I did, a very odd thing happened. Mouchette's brains ejaculated into my boobies! Not physically, but emotionally...
|18 Sep 2005||a person with problems||OK this is the most fucked up post of my life but i thought i should do it.
Its only been a little more then a week since my last post, but since then i tried to die twice, of course no one noticed. I guess is makes me luckey. I then asked for help from my parents who i thought didnt give 2 fucks. I WAS WRONG. They imidiatly took me to a docter got me some meds and schedueld me some appointments with a shrienk. But thats not why im posting. I am posting to offer my help. Ok im 14 older then some of you younger then others but i know what it feels like to be teased relentlessly. I also know what its like to have everything going great and still want to die.
ANYONE THINKING OF SUICIDE, email me i will listen, if you dont want me to try and talk you out of it i wont, but just haveing someone who understands can make a world of diffrence. It did for me, and i am also willing to help you talk to your parents. I am willing to give them advice or even email them for you to tell them what your planing so you can get help.
Please read this and please dont do anything youll regret.
email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
oh ya one last thing all you shitheads who are saying "this site is disgusting" or anything like that SHUT UP this site saved my life. And mouchette if you need help running this site, i can help im good with html and stuff.
|17 Sep 2005||Bobby||Can someone post tips on how to write a suicide note?|
|10 Sep 2005||Lucy Cortina||You may all wonder where I have been these last few months. I'll fill you in:
It was a lovely summers day in gay Paree, birds were singing and french folk were eating croissants. I got a call on my mobile - it was Mouchette. He'd traced my number, the sneaky bastard! He invited me to dinner at his secret mansion, and being curious I agreed. He sent a blacked-out limousine to take me there. Very fancy.
Mouchette's masnion was beautiful, full of towering stained glass windows and turrets. As you'd expect, it was also totally over-the-top. Blood ran down the windows and the door knocker was a striped penis.
"Very lovely", I said as he answered the door, to which he replied "I agree", looking down at my boobs.
He was very polite, and offered me chocolates and wine, which tasted suspiciously like blood.
The main course was, quite appropriately, a selection of breasts. Chicken breasts, turkey breasts, goose breasts - the works. They were all coated in garlic butter.
"These are much nicer than my breasts", I commented as I tucked in.
"Oh I don't know about that...", said Mouchette.
At that point he looked at me from the other side of the table. I looked at him. Our eyes twinkled. In that moment we both knew what we REALLY wanted. I fancied him for his brains - he fancied me for my boobs. I had been lusting after those beautiful artistic brains of his for so long now that it made my very boobs ache.
(If only I knew how accurately my desires were about to be fulfilled...)
|08 Sep 2005||Mouchette's Bitch||Help! Someone help me. Mouchette has imprisoned me in his bathroom as a joke - he knows I'm claustrophobic and it causes my boobs to inflate. He watches me through the 2-way mirror and laughs at me every day. He thinks it's funny when I can barely breathe because my face is pressed against the wall as my breasts expand.
I am sending this message telepathically via one of Mouchette's brains, as his brains are inside my boobies, and he is only using one of them at the moment.
|21 Aug 2005||K||i think that this website was a very good idea even if you didnt mean it to go the way it has.
Im sure that it has helped a lot of people in there quest to find happiness, even if all that is helping them is getting things off their chest. it has also helped me through reading some of the answers and me realising that things could be worse. Another thing is that I came on this website very low, I wanted to kill myself, but from reading the answers, I was turned off suicide, mainly because I thought that pills would be easy, I learnt that they are not.
so i suppose this is a thank you, for making this website.
p.s Oh yeah, I dont know what the best way is to kill yourself, I wouldnt, I have never succeeded.
|09 Aug email@example.com||please dont kill yourself. i will give you three wishes. i am a genie. email me and you will get three wishes. only one rule. you cannot use any wish to wish for more wishes.|
|31 Jul 2005||Scors-b||It was dark outside, and the hospital room felt small, hot. Wind gusted through the small gap in the window, rustleing the blinds. There was a distant light from through the glass panel on the door, where the night staff must have been.
I woke with shock, although I was sure I hadden't slept for a month. I felt like death, hardly able to move.
Checked the time in anticipation. It was 06:16, and my drip had run out, as the doctor said. My bed sheets were soaking with sweat. There was no sound apart from the static in my ears. Then I knew what was coming. Thick black fluid and stomach acid rushed up through my gullet, spewing out of my mouth desparatly. It didn't stop. Unable to breathe I pulled towards the basin in the corner of the room. It kept coming, blocking air from my lungs. Gasping for air and trying so hard to stay still, I turned my head. The bed sheets had been stained, a stream of black mixture flowing accross them. I think I could hear the night nurse on my left, but another gut wrentching dose of vomit blocked out anything she said. I stood, for a while, praying there was no more to come, and yet still embracing the horrific pain that pumped through my veins and muscles. I made a guided collapse to a chair, and the nurse declared she was going to get clean sheets. I sat in shock. It would be several days before I could walk again.
Suicide is not a game. If anyone wants the benefit of my experiance, please email me.
|29 Jul 2005||Grandma Goth in Killer Heels||I don't know what brought me back to the site today - I went through a brief period of being fixated with it about 18 months ago. Thought it was for real and ended up having nitemares about kids committing suicide and stuffed animals with striped penises... I always did have an overactive imagination but dropped out of art college to "go on the road" after a term!!!
I stand by what I said about there being some middle aged bloke behind this orchestrating the whole thing. BUT I've yet to see the film "Mouchette", and I know exactly what it's like to be so touched by a piece of art you want to go on to create something of your own.
I'm a writer and work from life, but believe that art imitates life (and maybe vice versa) so it all evens out somewhere.
It's difficult to think of the kids when the kids are only thinking of themselves. But anyway, peace love and empathy to all. Hope we all get better soon, huh?!
|25 Jul 2005||Why should they care when I die, when they never cared when I lived|
|15 Jul 2005||Lucy Cortina||Chorus:
I'be got brains in my boobies
I've got brains in my boobies
I've got brains in my boobies
Mouchette put them there
He now controls my boobs,
after a little operation.
The can float, they can inflate;
they're the world heavyweights.
Everyone is jealous,
cos Mouchette's inside my boobs.
He now gets all his pleasure
living inside my boobs
*repeat chorus x 2*
The world cries "where is Mouchette?!" "where is Mouchette?!"
Nobody knows, nobody cares,
for his brains are in my boobies, my boobies boobies bobies.
Mouchette is here, there's nothing to fear,
for his brains are in my boobies;
and my boobs will go on..and on.....
*chorus x 2*
My boobs want to explode,
when Mouchette is having sex.
No one knows how he does it,
he has a lovely pair of brains!
They could destroy the world,
so must must stay inside my boobies
Mouchette's brains are too big
so they must stay inside my boobies
*chorus x 2*
His brains must stay incide my boobies.
|02 Jul 2005||Guest who||i have also been intimadated by people every where i go:
to frighten or threaten someone, usually in order to persuade them to do something that you want them to do:
- They were intimidated into accepting a pay cut by the threat of losing their jobs.
frightened or nervous because you are not confident in a situation:
- Older people can feel very intimidated by computers
- The campaign of violence and intimidation against them intensifies daily.
making you feel frightened or nervous:
- an intimidating array of weapons
- an intimidating manner
- She can be very intimidating when she's angry.
also i have been
unkind words or actions that make someone or something look stupid or worthless:
- She was treated with scorn and ridicule by her colleagues when she applied for the job.
- He's become an object of ridicule (= a person that everyone thinks is stupid and criticizes or laughs at).
to laugh at someone in an unkind way:
- She rarely spoke her mind out of fear of being ridiculed.
- At the time he was ridiculed for his ideas.
stupid or unreasonable and deserving to be laughed at:
- Do I look ridiculous in this hat?
- Don't be so ridiculous! I can't possibly afford to go on holiday.
- It's ridiculous to expect a two-year-old to be able to read!
- Hotel rooms in the city are ridiculously overpriced during the festival.
|29 Jun 2005||THIS PISSES ME OFF||Mouchette, why the fuck aren't any of my answers in your favourites section???!! I have worked so damn hard on those posts and I have done everything I could possibly do to contribute to this fucking sick and perverted site. If I ever see you, I will flatten you like a waffle with my fly squatter you dirty freak!|
|26 Jun 2005||Rare-Me||in indonesian language..S.o.r.r.y..
dari umur 11 tahun saya ingin bunuh diri karena merasa terasing dan tersiksa secara fisik oleh orangtua sy. Penderitaan saya bertambah ketika seseorang yang saya sayangi meninggal. Saya tidak mengenal arti cinta kasih dari manusia di dunia ini. Ketakutan menghadapi dunia luar setiap hari dan kebencian bila bertemu orang tua saya membuat rasa sakit di hati dan pikiran saya semakin besar dan meradang hingga sekarang. Setiap hari,bila rasa sakit itu datang,dengan membayangkan menembak tepat ke kepala, saya merasa lebih baik. saya ingin punya pistol sesungguhnya,karena dengan memiliki itu saya merasa kuat karena bisa benar-benar mengontrol sakit saya. Saya tinggalkan teman-teman terdekat saya karena mereka tidak bisa memahami saya. Saya sendiri dan hidup menyendiri di dunia ini.Saya tidak memiliki suatu hubungan yang berarti dengan semua orang yag ada di sekitar saya sekarang ini. Saya sungguh ingin mati. Mati dengan menembak kepala saya. semakain lama sakit yang saya alami semakin menjadi. i need a gun..
|18 Jun 2005||life is not all I hate.||I hate every activity I do throughout the day. right down to posting this thread. i am so self loathing and just plain miserable. i am so depressed i dont even want to kill myself. why even get up out of bed. why get dressed? why eat? why cant I just DIE?
someone please email me and tell me if you feel like me? firstname.lastname@example.org
I hate myself. i hate my mom and my whole family. and i fuckin hate this salad i am eating. who the hell is cesar anyway?
|07 Jun 2005||LIFE: AIN'T NO CAKE WALK...||TOP 10 REASONS FOR NOT KILLING YOURSELF:
1) YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO WATCH PARIS HILTON GROW OLD.
2) YOU WON'T SEE HOW MANY TIMES BRITNEY SPEARS GETS MARRIED...
3) YOU'LL NEVER KNOW IF THE BACK STREET BOYS REUNITE..
4) YOU'LL MISS OUT ON THE NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST, IE: ARMAGEDDON
5) YOU'LL MISS OUT ON ACTUALLY GETTING OLD, (THINK THINGS SUCK NOW?)
6) YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO FALL IN LOVE...
7) YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE YOUR HEART BROKEN BY THE ONE PERSON YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD COUNT ON.
8) YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HURT WITH THE AFFLICTION YOU LEAVE BEHIND...
9) YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO REALIZE HOW MANY POOR SOULS FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO LIVE, WHILE YOU CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND...
10) YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK BACK ON YOUR LIFE AND SAY, "IM A SURVIVOR"
|26 May 2005||jago||One day i became a little girl. I loved my life as her, i would play and play with my freinds making funny jokes and seriouse games too.
It makes me sad to feel this is all gone.
I am sad for my friends old and new, i am sad for me. but mostly i am sad for her.
Why was my Little fly taken from me.
will i be her again
can anybody help me?
|22 May 2005||Sad But Not that sad||Well, being 13 is a bit young. Perhaps the kit should actually be opened and reveal that they "should" wait until their 18, 21, or maybe even 30. In other words, give it a few years to reflect. It's certainly not something to be rushed into.
Sure, there are several people that have responded very negatively to this; however, it also reflects their unfamiliarity with the mental status of the person wanting to commit suicide. They should understand that there is certainly an underlying problem. Rather than bark out terrible comments, it would appear that a kind ear and attempt of understanding should be made to understand why. In understanding why, they could have helped that loved one who took their life, or a loved one in the future.
I'm no doctor but I think I have a heart. I've thought about suicide a couple times in my life (since a kid and occasionally still do), but also understand that the basis behind it could probably be fixed with a prozac. But the fact that I acknowledge the problem and realize that I'll get over it, eventually, just leads me to another road.
So, to answer your question, the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13, is to wait til you're 18 to see if things get better, then 21, then 30, and hopefully you'll see that life has it's ups and downs. Down today, up tomorrow.
It's ok to feel sad and want to end it all. Just, please, sleep on it, and give it some time to sink it. Don't be to rash with your decisions. Give it some time...
|17 May 2005||'Scors-b'||"When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad that they have to get better."
I think this has to be the most true thing I have ever read. Take another look. This pretty much sums up why I'm still alive, and maybe it also does for you. No matter how bad things are, there is always hope. Hope is the most important thing in the world. Without it we would all be doomed - hope is what makes you study at school, take a job interview, try out for a team. Hope can make you get up in the morning and I suppose it can also keep you living a life that you really wish you never had.
For me, it feels like just whenever I'm maybe about to find the one thing that would make it all worthwhile, it just fucks up. It fucks up so much that I wish i was more than dead... because right now i can't even explain the pain and frustration. It's maddening, like a beautiful summers day.. but then the thick black clouds come rushing in from all four corners of the sky and fill the chest with deadening pressure. Uncontrollable, like something eating away at you from the inside. I just don't fucking like it. Get it out, before it eats my soul.
I just wanna be me and feel like thats ok. I just wish I could get to know 'me' before I keep trying to get to know 'you'. I just wish god would stop fucking around and just let me out. I wanna be free. So stop the fear and the pain and unlock me so i can get out. Let me out, i wanna get out.
Maybe if there was one thing i have learnt, it is that you have to look after yourself. Because no-ones really there looking out for you.
"No-one except yourself that is,
No-one except you"
So be kind with yourself (but not unforgiving) and remember that there is always one thing that can keep you alive- hope. Pretty shit I guess but then if you can accept this and forget everything else that you are living for life should be a damn sight easier.
If you've read this far and can see any sense in this post, email me.