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?
13 Jan 2010	todd	im 47 years old and want to kill myself what is the bast way to kill myself i have been wanting do to do this for years
11 Jan 2010	Classified information... (i could tell you... But id have to ki	I myself am 14 years old and have slit my wrists and passed out many times... Thats how everyone told me to do it. But if i cant get deep enough with a steak knife and a razodblade... any 13yr old who can has some sereous fucked up isssues... I would recomend pills... Or just hang urself.
09 Jan 2010	Pants	Plastic bag.
09 Jan 2010	...	I myself is planning 2 kill myself 2. I dont have attention, my parents hate me i fail, i get beat up everyday. Next saturday im getting out of thiis world k! GB!
08 Jan 2010		There's always someone somewhere with a big nose, who knows, and trips you up and laughs when you fall.
08 Jan 2010	peter	Change your way of thinking about yourself
07 Jan 2010	LM	i'm insane there must be something i can do
04 Jan 2010		The best way is to start thinking ....as fast as you can....just start thinking
03 Jan 2010		Pretension is the ultimate defense mechanism, but use it with ease children.
03 Jan 2010	moon	If you want to do it, just do it. If you don't want to do it, so don't do it. Your life is yours, and it's all up to you. Why do people say to me "Suicide won't solve anything? Actually, it'll stop my pain right now. Why do people say to me "Think of your loved ones." I do, but they're not seeing me clear enough. I'm from New Zealand. I followed love (broken up already), and live in Thailand. I'm a teacher. I'm 22. I own my newly built 3 bedroom house. I own all my new furniture. I've just refurbished the exterior with new tiles. They're actually quite lovely. Not lovely enough to keep me here, however. Just want a quick fix to politely leave this world in a decent manner. I don't like the idea of blood all over the floor, or hanging. A pill would be best, I could prepare myself too.
02 Jan 2010	jackie sulliven	open your parents medicine cabniet grab all the pill bottels in the cabneit... head to the liquer cabniet and grab one of the biggest bottles.. drop supplies in you room.. find a blade to cut yourself when you have alchohol you bleed more... take the pills chase them with alchohol and slice your skin open till you cant feel anything wait to pass out next thing youll be six feet under!
31 Dec 2009	iloveyouisf.	found a final song. Did you forget That I was even alive? Did you forget Everything we ever had? Did you forget Did you forget About me Did you regret Ever standing by my side Did you forget What we were feeling inside Now I'm left to forget About us But somewhere we went wrong We were once so strong Our love is like a song You can't forget it So now I guess This is where we have to stand Did you regret Ever holding my hand Never again Please don't forget Don't forget We had it all We were just about to fall Even more in love Than we were before I won't forget I won't forget About us But somewhere we went wrong We were once so strong Our love is like a song You can't forget it Somewhere we went wrong We were once so strong Our love is like a song You can't forget it At all And at last All the pictures have been burned And all the past Is just a lesson that we've learned I won't forget I won't forget us But somewhere we went wrong Our love is like a song But you won't sing along You've forgotten About us ------ i love you isf. i miss you so much. i am so sorry for everything i put you through. i was a very bad girl to you. i hurt you. i am sorry. i will never forgive myself. i will always love you. i will always miss you. you will always be my one and only. first and last. please don't forget that i love you. please don't forget about me. you kept me alive. now i'm struggling to breathe. life is painful without you. i miss you so much. i need you so bad. i love you so much. alt3 isf. forever and always. everything remains incomplete.....
31 Dec 2009	LM	I used to be normal. Now look at me.
29 Dec 2009	Read a Book, Please	'I set out two glasses (to St. Algebra? to Lo?) and opened the refrigerator. It's roared at me viciously while I removed the ice from it's heart. Rewrite. Let her read it again. She will not recall details. Change, forge. Write a fragment and show it to her or leave it lying around. Why do faucets sometimes whine so horribly? A horrible situation, really. The little pillow-shaped blocks of ice-pillows for polar teddy bear, Lo-emitted rasping crackling tortured sounds as the warm water loosened them in their cells. I bumped down the glasses side by side. I poured in the whiskey and a dram of soda. She had tabooed my pin. Bark and dining room and spoke through the parlor door which was a fraction ajar, not quite enough space for my elbow. "I have made you a drink," I said. She did not answer, the mad bitch, and I placed the glasses on the sideboard near the telephone which had started to ring. "Leslie speaking. Leslie Tomson," said Leslie Tomson who favored a dip at dawn. "Mrs, Humbert, sir, has been run over and you'd better come quick." I answered, perhaps a bit testily, that my wife was safe and sound, and still holding the receiver, I pushed open the door and said: "There's this man saying you've been killed, Charlotte." But there was no Charlotte in the living room.'
28 Dec 2009	almost time	3 more days til my death...........
27 Dec 2009	dead.	i pay an 84 dollar cellphone bill, and for the last 3 months, not a single soul has answered any of my calls, or called me. No one calls me to see if I'm okay. No one calls me 17 times because they are worried about me. I had a big heart, and I gave it all to him. He doesn't want it anymore. Now I'm just broken. i thought i was a good girl. but i'm not. i'm a bad bad person. that's why he keeps leaving me. that's why everyone leaves. they all leave me here to suffer. thanks mouchette for giving me somewhere to speak when no one else was there to listen. bye.
27 Dec 2009	Cassandra	When I was 13 I used pills. It almost worked too, if it hadn't been for my parents. They foiled my attempts at 20, 22, 23, and 30 as well. Why won't they just fucking let me die already? Pills are the way to go, especially mixed with a tasty alcoholic beverage.
25 Dec 2009	JustOneGuy	I guess the best point to be writing your confessions here is from the very midst of the abyss, when you have the highest inspiration. I tried to do that yesterday, I felt bad, but apparently not bad enough. Today was a horrible day, and like an hour ago I felt I was just about ready to write one chapter of my little story. But even that inspiration is now passed, cos I'm feeling a bit better. Damn it, had to do that an hour ago, but my attention was drawn by something else and I forgot... that's what it's like when you're taking 3... what it's name... Ritalin's a day and even that doesn't help your concentration. Well, what concentration can you expect suffering from chronic pains for 10 years, and living on the edge for 2 years? Let me clear up something here, I'm not 13, I'm at my late 20ies. But I wanted to kill myself when I was 9 years old, I thought of dying all day long. I had a period of 2 years when I started to suffer from acute depression and couldn't function at all, crying all day long, both in school and at home, afraid of everything. People understand such things now, but back then and especially where I lived people were not really aware of such things, and so no one gave me the diagnosis, no one even thought of getting me to a psychologist, no one helped me. I also had acute OCD starting at the same time, and things came to a degree where I couldn't exit the room or stop washing my hands because I was counting or repeating things. No one understood that too, and blamed me. Not that I was a victim, I had a decent family, but I just got no help. Being a recluse as it is and having few friends did not help. Then we moved and I had no friends at all. I had to fight the acute depression and the OCD myself. Everyone else would of probably killed themselves after all those years, but I just kept living the same empty, sorrowful life. Not even my family knew. I kept it all to myself, I don't even know why. I was shy of my drawbacks, maybe? But eventually I succeeded in getting out of both those terrible things somehow with no help aged 14-15. Here's a medical miracle. Not that my life was getting better, I was an odd bird, and at school I was bullied every day, I hated going to school. Okay then. That's how high school ended. When all the psychological stuff was under control, started all the physical health problems. Again - out of the blue. What did I do to deserve that? Again? Why? Seeing all the other people doing bad things, being stupid, being reckless, and having good luck, and me being punished... Not that I thought about that too much back then. I was a natural warrior. I was surviving. I never even remember myself crying, I got used to that kind of life. Simple survival. I was a smart kid, but somehow I did not asked too much questions about all this. This was a given. Not having a happy day for years was a given. How's that for a life? So I started that battle with the chronic pains and health issues, going from physician to physician, explaining, getting little or no help. At the end I was just left one on one with all the pains and the problems. It is worse than being a cripple - at least they don't suffer from pain all day long. Imagine, 18-19 years old, having to start my life as a cripple, suffering from different pains, not being able to sleep at night. At some point I had to move my finger or make one single little movement all the time to put my mind off the pain. All night long. Sometimes I would wake up and see my finger moving automatically. No sleeping pills too, never even thought of that. Would you been able to suffer like that for years? Don't think most people would. But then I was not thinking of killing myself, only sometimes joking about it. I still had a lot in me. See how some people are somehow stronger than others? You have people killing themselves over a GF. Anyhow, I went to study. I was a good student, I was getting good marks even though I couldn't concentrate on studying. No one even knew I was ill in the university. I did not look sick from the outside. But getting back home I would collapse. So I finished my studies with great grades, thought of going to study abroad, thought of making an academic career. All this time I tried to date girls, I had a couple of relationships, I never complained or restricted my GF's in anything because of my problems, they did not even know. But they tormented me, I guess just because some people have it coming, some people are assholes but others love them and fall in love with them, and some decent people just get the worse out of everyone. I was nice, I was okay with them, I liked them as they were, but I was getting criticized for every little thing, getting no real love. Just a make believe, another type of prolonged suffering. Okay so after finishing school I decided to take a year off to take care of my physical issues and try to sort them off enough to be able to continue living more or less a normal life. Boy, was I wrong... Things turned for the worse, and not only wasn't I able to get back to studies, but I ended up staying 5 years at home, deteriorating and suffering, not being able to work or have a normal relationship with a girl. But not even after those 5 years did I seriously think of suicide! Imagine! Now that's every psychologist's dream, maybe I was immune to suicidal-tendencies. They ought to study my genetic makeup. I was as rational as hell. I guess being too rational, cautious or balanced makes you just suffer more. When I look at things now, there is some point when you should let go. I never even had a single drink, never even thought of taking drugs! What was I doing? Waiting for a miracle like a good boy? Okay, but there is a limit to everything, I'm not made of stone. My psyche started to give up. I mean, not that I started being weird, but at some point like a year and a half ago I suddenly got the feeling I could no longer. I could no longer. See how different people are? Some get that after 5 weeks of feeling crap, some get it after 10 years of feeling crap. But those are really exceptional individuals, I guess I'm in a 0.1% of the population that has such a resistibility. I started taking anti-depression pills for the first time in my life, and drinking a bit. Didn't help. Don't feel the difference. Well, it figures too - things are probably screwed up for good in this point. So now I do think of suicide. Ah, I love my life. Want me to give you an example of my regular day? Okay, I ate something. Then my tummy problems kicked in. I felt I had a rock sitting inside my belly. So I puked. The rock inside my stomach did not go away, although I'm taking 2 pills for that not to happen. I was still feeling dizzy from yesterday's sleeping pills. I wanted to sleep bad, my head almost dropped, but the tummy was aching as hell, and I wanted to puke again. Hmm… what would you do? I drank coffee. Wrong. Didn't make me less sleepy, but made my stomach pain worse. So I had to go and lay down, still remembering last night's nightmares. Fell asleep. New nightmares, along with stomach pains during my sleep. But that's not the most funny part. The most funny part is having a reflux in your sleep, when the food goes out from your mouth, and you begin to cough and can't breathe. That's the coolest. So you're almost suffocating. But you're too sleepy too wake up. After 3 or 4 times like that, you make yourself wake up. Alice from the Wonderland should take private lessons from me. The description of such an effort as to itself deserves a try by the best novelist. The coolest is when you're falling asleep in the bathroom in the middle of puking or trying to actually pee, having also prostate problems. You get up... hey! You feel a bit better. But your head aches like a bitch from all you went through and you now have to take pain pills or something. Your back problems bother you too all during this ordeal, but there is nothing you can do about it. Not talking about all the other stuff. A cool day this is, isn't it? Okay, but enough for now. Let me look at the responses, if there will be such. What would you say about all this?
24 Dec 2009	k	keep living
23 Dec 2009	thats all 4 now folks	get a broken heart it will kill u instantly. i speak from experience.

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