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?
04 Jan 2009	spooky	So I had a dream last night, I think. I was sitting on some sort of ledge or something, with her. We were sitting really close together, but some how I got the feeling as if we were actually friends(instead of ex-lovers turned mortal enemy's.) ' And... ...It felt... wonderful. I Wanted to frame the moment and hang it up in my brain forever, and always have it. More timeless then the smile of the mona lisa, more prolific then the ideal's of Ghandi, more beautiful then the music Motzhart. I'm almost crying tear's from this nameless feeling I get recalling it. Anyways, in that moment, our perfect second, something snuck up on us, fear maybe... or maybe sadness, but it was something powerful. We became closer, our body's entangled, and everything just climaxed like watching the end of a classic movie, or reading the last sentence of a famous piece of literature. For a second... my life was perfect. And then it all disappeared, the feeling must have overcome us, like we discovered our break up all over again. Like the time I've spent empty had reappeared and rapped the beautiful breasts of hope... And it all was over, like when she cared about me when I hid from her. Like that one second of reality where that happens. ......i guess it was hurting her to see me like this.... please, never stop dreaming.
04 Jan 2009	Kuborion	Wish on the moon And look for the gold in a rainbow. And you’ll find a happy time. You’ll hear a tune That lives in the heart of a bluebird. And you’ll find a happy time. Though things may look very dark, Your dream is not in vain. For when do you find the rainbow? Only after rain. So wish on the moon And someday it may be tomorrow You will suddenly hear chimes And you’ll have your happy, happy time. So wish on the moon And someday it may be tomorrow You will suddenly hear chimes And you’ll have your happy, happy time.
04 Jan 2009	Gabbi	I've tried cutting myself..... it didn't work out... Umm...
03 Jan 2009	colin	the best way is to die of old age. you'll die eventually, so what's the rush? in the meantime, do whatever the hell you want, because the time isrunning out. no, seriously... whatever you want, because no one controls you. not even god.
03 Jan 2009	Kuborion	When I said good morning, I was lying I was truly thinking of How I might quit waking up. He pointed out how selfish It would be to kill myself. So I keep waking up. Feels so much like falling, Dying while I wait to die. The fear of something or nothing, Lonely empty lie. I dont want to be a liar. I don't want to be selfish anymore. I want so much to change. Learning your love everyday. There's still so much to know. You grip my wrists, I let go. It feels so much like falling, Separated from the fear. Aware of a destination, Far away from here. Far away from here.
03 Jan 2009	Lennie Melvin	Very suddenly and with an air of raw deception, I am overcome with a great sadness; a loneliness that chills the core and stings the eyes. I am cast alone and naked in a dark and unforgiving wilderness, fending off the broken thoughts that seek to unbalance my fragile mind. I open my eyes - I was not aware they were closed - and I am blind. I cannot see. It is the worst, most heart rendering moment of my life, I gag and retch. I shiver from the cold. Please don't leave me here alone. But hark! Do not look either, I could not take the shame. I could never take the shame. The tears blister my cheeks and render me unfit. Violent tremors breach the surface. Don't look now.
02 Jan 2009	K	KNIVE,HANGING,GUN,DRUGS {LOTS} JUMPING
02 Jan 2009	jimmy	308 magnum max fire power
30 Dec 2008	luccy	you guyss dpnnt do this its terribllee theres other weaayss to feel betterr. suicide is not the answer. there are so many people otut ther looking to help youu please find help.
28 Dec 2008	Kuborion	At the end of days, at the end of time, When the sun burns out, will any of this matter? Who will be there to remember who we were? Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us? And in retrospect i'll say we've done no wrong. Who are we to judge what is right and what has purpose for us? With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong, Running wild unaware of what might come of us. The sun was born so it shall die, So only shadows comfort me. I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me. Each day shall end as it begins And though you're far away from me, I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me. Without a thought I will see everything eternal. Forget that once we were just dust from heavens far. As we were forged we shall return perhaps some day. I will remember us and wonder who we were.
26 Dec 2008	james faw	murderer at your service-i would want you to kill my father
26 Dec 2008	alex	mmmmmmmmmm i dont know
25 Dec 2008	Me	It's been so long, but I'm stuck on you. So stuck on everything you are, everything I wish I could be. So beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, intelligent. I miss you. I love you. Come back.
24 Dec 2008	molemanhasamainaim	merry xmas 08 fart jokes never get old http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=5hllwWjyIEw&NR=1 lol some answers,for those who don't know mouchette means little fly in french
21 Dec 2008	moleman	something makes me wonder. why isn't mouchette a scientologyist? main aim. i got 1 less visit,Rin is to far away this time i think. im working on getting a ride. thinking that i'll be spending it with you,after 10 days. just calculating excess baggage fees wtf they hide that shit until the last minute.
20 Dec 2008	Kriah	Cool site. The only thing that comes to mind when I see the comments though is "what has the internet come to?" I mean seriously. I have seen tons of sites like this one and there all the same. Someone asks "whats the best way to die?" and everyone says "don't do it!" or even "do it!" but no one ever actually answers the bloody question seriously! I mean my god! Face it people! There are tons of suicides every year and if someone wants to go through the trouble of thinking and planning it out and even doing research on the internet, the least you can do is support them in their decision and give them some damn advice! I don't really have a horrible life or anything like that but I have attempted suicide before. My method was advil overdose. I took over 30 pills but didn't die. They put me in a program for "teens with problems" (I am 17 years old and I attempted last year btw) and it was mainly filled with kids with drug problems. Didn't help at all. Anyway, I am still suicidal to this day and I am researching different methods. I'm not going to bore anyone with my life story. I will only say that my whole family suffers from depression, my mother is bipolar, my father an alchoholic, and that suicide runs in the family. So I've got my reasons and I'm sure anyone else considering has got theirs as well. If anyone wants to discuss different ways to "end it all" SERIOUSLY!!!, I'd be happy to discuss it.
18 Dec 2008	Aureus	Dear Mouchette, All I want for Christmas is exsanguination. Sincerely, me.
15 Dec 2008	Tin	Open the TV and watch comedy. Laugh as crazy as impossible. If God wants to pick me up, then I just die in such heavy laughter, breaking my lungs or being asphyxiated. If He doesn't think this is the best moment for I to end my life, okway, I would stop here and continue to watch.
14 Dec 2008	look what i found	http://neddam.org
14 Dec 2008	Kuborion	HELLO KIDS!! This is the place in the book where I string words together to form semi-coherent messages, which, despite their chewy nugat center of sincerety, some people take far too seriously. Letters from "kindred spirits" come in telling of how they agree with my views and how the world stinks, and how they wish they could just kill themselves. Well, dispose of yourselves quietly, if you must, so long as you don't leave a note sying I told you to do it, you self-esteem deficient loons. I happen to have a certain fondness for existing- soda wouldn't have that lovely fizzy feeling if you were dead. Think of all the things you would miss: Cartoons, music, movies, video games, music, art, fingernail growth, sex... well, perhaps not sex, depending on how weird your mortician is. SO, rather then fill this page up with the usual vicious unpleasantries, I will tell you a little story---- A few months back I had two jobs- this one, and another FAR less pleasant where I had to look at people. I decided to quit that second job and live happily in my little room drawing little pictures. I was thrilled and looking forward to this new life, so on my last day of the JOB, I felt fantastic, as it was also to be my birthday the next day. I was happier than a chubby little, drooling, criminally insane baby. Not only that, but I was to be attending my first gallery exhibit in Hollywood, and I looked forward to seeing some friends, who taught me some Japanese curse words (always handy). I had an amazing bagel on my lunch break, and returned to the inane job of responding to the monkey people. Suddenly, I did not feel so fresh. Suddenly I wanted to sit down. My exit form work was not so great, afterall, as I was feeling, quite uncomfortable in mi tiny corporal self. At home, I waited for discomport to pass, as midinght came and went. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JHONEN!! NOW GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL. My birthday present was a three day stay in the hospital with a tube, so rudely thrust into my chest, sucking out the evil that had ruined my smiley time. Not only was I experiencing new, and vivid levels of pain, but I was as far from a Slurpee machine as I could get, and I could not walk for the fact that my chest felt as if it were stung by some giant, ultimately unpleasant killer bee. Aside from the novelty of using a urinal bucket for the first time, there was nothing to do but drift in and out of frightening sessions of sleep. I shared a room with a very old looking gentleman named, Pedro, I think, though he did not strike me as Pedro. Pedro would moan like the dying, behind his curtain, and under the ocean of medication they had him on - morphine, I think, because his world, in his thin, worn skin, liiked like a hell that made my chest feel quite unimpressive. His family would diligently, come in every day, and just watch him stay alive. On my last day there, a nurse came in to tell him about the operation he was to have in a few hours: a feeding tube was to be inserted into his stomach, to bypass the tumor blocking any food. He, in his tired, wavering voice, ashed her how long he had to live. I'm so used to hearing that on television, often as a joke, but when ACTUALLY heard him say that, behind my littl;e curtain, I wanted to cry. Amd the nurse said what's been said so many times to so many people, that we never know when we must go, only yhat life should be lived while it is had, because ANY day could be the last. A familiar thing for me to hear, but it sounded different that day. It made more sense than it ever did before. I do not want to die just yet, and a world that creates people that claim that THEY want to is a world that I don't want to understand. --Jhonen Vasquez

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