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?
26 Jun 2009	trick	I feel the emptiness that most of you feel, why waste your time reading this, i am a lost cause.
25 Jun 2009		I'm sure the universe goes on forever, stop tripping out, your invisible and nobody really knows anything so what are you so concerned about.
24 Jun 2009	l.k.k.	take a whole bunch of sleeping pills or overdose on something, i think that would be painless..take some poison that will knock you out quickly...or maybe jumping off a building..a really tall building so that when u jump its a nice fall down and once you finally hit the ground you'll be shattered so you hardly get the time to feel the pain.
20 Jun 2009	crazy pie man	cook a meat pie improperly eat the meat pie and then you die.
19 Jun 2009	suicide goddess	suicide is the only option you have left when there is not 1 fucked up person to give a fuck about you. thats when you come up with so much time that all you can do to fill the time is think of suicide and ways to kills yourself even if they end up not working but its perfect time for you to find out YOURSELF how to die when NOT 1 FUCKED UP PERSON IS THERE TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!!!!!!!!
18 Jun 2009	the dark turd	ummm... well there are manhy ways to kill youself. first is self pity. then with irony. did you know you can kill yourself with kindness. hah. get it? kill yourself with kindness. ahh.. never mind. by the way (get it bi the way) is there still a bloke(heh) called Phill on this sight. good on ya mate. can i kiss you. i mean, not in a gay way or anything. just a man kiss, ya know. aka, the dark turd
18 Jun 2009	marlene:[	well im in high school know i just got into it but i feel like a total dork and loser everyone else is so excited about it but its not like im scared i just have no one to talk to i have friends and i have all honors classes but thats the only good thing about me. i have alot of physical problems im kinda short i mean not that much just 5ft 2in but all of my cousins are taller ang skinnyer and im not fat but my waste is big and my arms have strech marks and i only where shirts with sleves that can cover them and i live in florida so thats not cool my legs are okay there not the best but there good enough to where those cute little shorts but my parents wont let me and everyone has them my hair is really long and curly to so i get really hot but my parents wont let me and i would be okay with all of this IF I DINT HAVE STUPID ACNE ask anyone with it its horrible i hate it. now my mom i always think i hate her but really i dont i love her so much but i know i do hate my dad thers not a time i dont think i dont hate him. only some few ocasions. i always feel like people are looking at my acne not me i know for a fact if i didnt have acne i would be very preety. i have no one to be there forme no one to talk to or to help when i cry every day.
18 Jun 2009	OneWhoSawIDeath	Well, the thing is, this ASSUMPTION that we die when we kill our bodies is...WRONG. Born of a culture that denies anything that can actually help us be happier. What does EVERY SINGLE HOLY BOOK TEACH? That we are ETERNAL BEINGS. EVEN SATAN AGREES. In fact, he's counting on it. We are all called to rise and transform from darkness to light, got it? No doubt there are fuckin' psychotic parents out there that only cause grief to their kids. I HEAR YOU. i LIVED WITH A DRUNK, PRONE TO BEATING ME UNCLE. Better to get away from them and find good people that will care. GOOD LOVING PEOPLE DO EXIST. Don't tolerate abuse, but be your best friend, not your worst enemy with that victim attitude that rules your thinking. I TRIED killing myself BY SLITTNG MY WRITS AFTER TAKING SLEEPING PILLS. And I saw myself leave my body, and i remember being confused for a while, then I was being pulled up, where there was an actual BATTLE FOR MY SOUL. A friend of mine that had died of AIDS, PROTECTED ME, before I felt I was being pulled "down" again, into my body. When I came to, I was in the hospital. But I HAD A NEW, REAL UNDERSTANDING ABOUT LIFE. THEN THAT WE ARE SENT AS POINTS OF LIGHT IN A DARK WORLD. DON'T LET THE DARKNESS OVERTAKE YOU. Don't kill yourself only to find yourself in a personal HELL until you realize that only by changing your thinking and your actions can you create your own inner peace AND HEAVEN. Be CREATIVE AND GUTSY in how you can transform your pain. and you'll discover a better world, RIGHT HERE ON THIS PLANET. Besides, if love, joy, happiness etc. didn't exis, what makes you complain of a shitty life? FIGHT FOR YOUR ABILITY TO HAVE A GOOD LIFE.
17 Jun 2009	Brandon	Well i was thinking of committing suicide but im afraid to kill myself. the reason why i want to commit suicide is that i don't think i can make it in life. i get bad grades, nobody supports my idea of a career, which is to be an acrobat/diver. i just don't care about anything anymore so im thinking WHAT THE POINT? i wish i was dead.
09 Jun 2009	crazy person. that loves Main aim.	listen to some dark technno before you know it,you'll be wearing an eye patch and have a hand full of condoms. that you don't intend to use own your own. gross thought of the day. using Mr poatoto heads parts for your poop. he is now timmy the tator turd. your land lord will love him on the coffee table. sleeping is a slow form of death. life is so very short. live it,even if you don't like it. you won't get to do it again. where i walk there is no light. its called destiny.
08 Jun 2009		I have just reached an absolute point of self destruction.
06 Jun 2009	Jonathan	I'd say shooting yourself, because it's hard to miss. but it's possible so aim at the center of your head! if you don't manage to kill yourself then you're fucked cause you'll probably end up with brain damage and your life will be even worse. so use a shotgun or a large calibre handgun. grenades are also good. that's it from me. in your face, shitty world!
05 Jun 2009	christmas	How do you pay the rent with this Mouchette? I mean, Really. Talking about Lucy's breasts is all fine and dandy, but I don't feel like it's a recession proof business.
05 Jun 2009	Shanell Davis	Don't do it, that is the best way to kill yourself is don't do it/.. reather you believing god or not, you will pay for is harshfull in the afterlife, weather it be a lake of fire or limbo.. you won't be happy in your afterlife if you commit suicide
05 Jun 2009	Mike	Stop eating.
29 May 2009	jeece	Damn! Life!! It sucks ass and it hurts so bad that you really want to die. Seriously , think about it. WAnt to die? Give it a whirl. Shit is there, ALWAYS!!! But without the sour, you will never taste sweet and you will. Trust me. it might be 23 or 67, but it will come aroud.
27 May 2009	Lucy Cortina	Heyyyyyy
26 May 2009		best way to die? go homeless espiecally when u have no one to help u with a place for aewhile
26 May 2009	no thanks	syringe and needle.. fill it with bleach, pills, alcohol, glass, and soap. inject yourself. eat a shit load of aspirin. save up and o.d. on meth or coke. invest 6 months of time into liking guns, this will not only give time to think about it, but keep yourself distracted and perhaps get a hobby.
26 May 2009	M.M. a.k.a. billy the freak	amsterdam heaves like the breath in her lungs. people bustle through the streets as the blood surges through her veins. i can feel this all around me.... however, i sit alone in the a bar. I want to be alone, only me and the bartender. hey, did you know i have the power to be anybody? i can go anywhere and do anything, any-fucking-way i want to do it. However, tonight I sit alone. i sit in a basement level dive too dark to see the clock on the wall, yet bright enough to see the bar in front of me. the pink neon light in the window screamed in its best cursive 'MOUCHETTE' a warm and ambient glow enveloping you like a womb welcoming all to her embrace. however, tonight i sit alone. The bartender is mouchette and i am only a guest in her place. like me she has the power to be anything, but only in the minds of other people. if you were to ask her who she was("mouchette, really who are you?")she would say she killed herself at the brink of thirteen and in death had second thoughts. now she plays a game and through this game she lives on. tonight mouchette is a thirty something italian woman with the type of beauty that says you would like to fuck her, but wouldn't really perform at your best only because you are intimidated by her razor sharp wit and her worldly charm.. She has so many friends and you never feel good enough in her company. the intimate encounters are few and far between and you both want more. when you are away she is always in the back of your mind. i know all this and tonight she is only the bartender, why she is in this spittoon of a saloon could only be guessed, but i do know she is here... aways here for me. "mouchette! baby doll, please pour me another." i belted. "billy darling no need to shout; i am right here and there is no one else in the bar." she said in a reprimanding tone."another vodka and tonic i would bet." "right you are. you know me well." "i know you because you know you, you know me and right now... this is all we know." "positively insightful mouchette, I say you inspire me. you are my muse." this i announced with a certain amount of glee. "billy" she said while fixing my drink. "I am afraid the booze is your muse.." She sat the drink down in front of me. I was outraged. "mouchette, you... how could you say this? do you want to hurt me? do you want me to feel bad?" "again billy, this is all we know. I think you must ask yourself that question." {what is her angle? what is she getting at? i want her to go with the flow.} i took the drink in one gulp then slammed the heavy short glass motioning for another drink, nectar of the gods. " vodka and tonic yes?" "ha!! i would like a whiskey and coke, if you put pepsi in there i will fucking smack you." i said triumphantly "you are slipping mouchette... maybe you are not my muse" "the joke is on you billy." she said in a tired voice and made the drink in the same dirty glass. {the joke was on me. i hate whiskey. what is this? do i have control? yes, i have all the control. when i am here i am king and she is the servant. So why do i feel so helpless.} the neon light from out side the bar shined through my half empty short glass, casting glimmers of light onto the slick bar top. the lights danced across the fine finished wood as i turned the glass between my thumb and index finger. suddenly i felt alone. no longer alone by choice, but alone... just helplessly alone. "well billy, I'm here" falicia said out of nowhere. "how did you get here." I asked. "you let me in silly, what kind of question is that." now i am simply sick of this shit. "are you going to fuck with me too falicia!" i shot the whiskey and the fumes and words came out my mouth like fire. "i don't know how you got here. i don't know why you keep coming back. i didn't open that fucking door." "i found the door and walked through it just like you did billy, ask yourself these questions and you will find the answers you are looking for." falicia ordered a mineral water and drank while i thought about what she said. i first came here when i was sixteen it was 1998 ten years passed and now i am twenty six. i didn't give anything, i only took for one decade. she was always here when i needed her and at times she made me feel special, at times she made me feel worthless. I would run away but only in presence. in the stealth of the night i would visit. the price i pay is her always haunting me, for not a day goes by... not a day goes by. did i want a suicide kit for christmas? no, i just wanted to show other children how to play with the toy. i am no longer a child, but i still play with this toy. "falicia i come here because as long as people come here i cannot die.... i will live forever. this is the gift she gave me and i tell you, i don't know if i deserve it." just when i thought i was opening up falicia started to laugh a hysterical laugh. then lucy and phil join in. chris and will snow chime and it now a chorus of laughter. joe lee, mackellar, elaine, agent orange, just a girl, and many others have the bar quaking with laughter. in spite of myself i start to chuckle as well, but i had to ask. "falicia why are we laughing." "you wanting to live forever is all fine and good," she said as she points across the bar with her finger resting towards the bartender. "but what happens when she dies." that very moment i had ad a revelation and with that change a change happened in mouchette. her cigarette burn eyes stared at me as she poured me another vodka and tonic, her smile was just crack on her plastic face

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