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?
01 Mar 2007	WILL	EVEN IF HALF,NO A THIRD OF THESE MESSAGES ARE TRUE,IT MAKES MY HEART TRULY BLEED,TO HAVE YOUNG PEOPLE CONSIDERING ENDING THEIR LIFE BEFORE THEY CAN REALLY EXPERIENCE THE CRAP,THE JOY,THE REPETITIVE BOREDOM,THE HAPPINESS, LIFE CAN BE,I'M 43 GETTING CLOSE TO 44,MY LIFE WAS NOT GOOD TO BEGIN WITH,BUT IT LOOKED UP A FEW YEARS AGO,THEN, THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN IT WENT TO SHIT AGAIN,SINCE THEN MY DECISION MAKING TOOK A REAL NOSE DIVE,FROM ONE CRAPPY EXPERIENCE TO ANOTHER,SO I HAVE TRULLY DECIDED TO END IT,IN APPROX 2 MONTHS TIME I WILL NO LONGER BE HERE,BUT THE AGE OF SOME OF THE PEOPLE HERE PLEASE AT LEAST GIVE IT UNTIL YOU ARE 30,I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU BULLSHIT ABOUT GOD,GUILT ABOUT THE ARSEHOLES YOU LEAVE BEHIND,SELFISHNESS ETC ETC( COS TO ME THOSE ARE SHIT REASONS TO STOP ANYONE FROM DOING THEMSELVES IN),BUT AT LEAST GIVE IT SOME TIME,LIFE HAS A GREAT HABIT OF TURNING ITSELF AROUND VERY FAST,AND THERE IS ALWAYS THE " I WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS IN THE END"
28 Feb 2007	soul saved	think of the others around you or just kill them then kill yourself
28 Feb 2007	Maeliza	READ! READ! READ!!!!! yOu peOPLE ShouLdn't Be THInkinG ABOut it. pRObLEms JusT comE and Go. if YOu'rE dEprEssEd, ThiNk of SOmething FUn. . LiKe joiNing a MusIcaL Play, Or PLay THe SIms, Or gO Out WIth a gay fRIend. (theRe, you'LL die LAughing!^_^) theRE Are sO MAny tHIngS TO eNJOy. ThingS THat aRE YeT tO cOMe. if yOu THink YOu're FaiLing in yOur ExAms, Who The heLL cares? yOUr Mom? we aLL Know sHe wAS just LikE us WItH SOmeone DIsAppOinTEd in HEr! if Your FucKIng BOiFRiend DUmpEd YOu FOr anotheR wHore, LEt it GO! i mean, WE ALL go THROugh THat! iF HE isn't MEant fOr yOU, tHen That naturaLLY means THat sOmeone is fAr more BETTER thaN the FUcking iDiot! DOn't Let him feeL THat YOu ARE SAd anD aLL. beCausE trUst me, HE'LL BE FUCKING HAPPY WITH THAT. aNd he'LL thinK THat YOU can neVEr livE withOut HIm. aND if YOu COmmit SUiciDE, Then hey, YOU'LL BECOME THE LOSER. Just WAIt fOR tHe rIght tIme. PAtience is a VirTue. LiFE is Just about HOw YOu EnjOy it. if YOu taKE thingS sEriousLy, THen YOu'LL end UP misErabLE. if You'LL just CALm DOwn aNd TAKe things Lightly, Then hey...yOu'LL get oVEr it. Soon, when YOu BeCOme a SOMEBODY, i meAn, SOMeone impoRtAnt, YOu'LL be REgREting on Why YOU Have ever THOught of kiLLing YOurselF. you'LL be ReaLiZIng HOw WOnDErfuL it is TO havE a Loving HusBaNd, a BEautIfuL CHiLd, aND an AMazing Life. sO if Ever you'LL be DEprEssEd aGain, Just taLK to YOursELf aNd THink it tHrough. aSK fOr GOd's heLp aNd he'LL Listen. WRiTE YOUr tHOughts in a paper aNd After tHAt, burN it. Don't heSItate TO crY. it rEaLLY heLPs. ENjOi YOur LIfE. LivE LifE THe WAy it sHouLd be. taKE care! ^_^
28 Feb 2007	Alec	Suicide is not the answer... "suicide is weak""its the easy way out" That is true, when you commit suicide, it just a way to end life "quickly" when all methods are painful -when you hang yourself, you irritate your bowels before you die and you crap all over the place, plus, it doesnt kill you right away -when you take alot of pills, You pass out, wake up, and kill yourself choking on your own vomit -when you slit your wrists, it is VERY painful, pls, the sight of all the blood spurting out is going to freak you out. -carbon monoxide poisoning it is painful, you suffocate, and you turn weaird ass colors... it is also a chicken shit way out. -shootig yourself (even in the head) can be painful, becuse it takes a while to die, you could shoot yourself and lay there in so much pain, but braindead. "noone wants to clean up after your mess" The reason they cleaned up your mess when you were born is because they are happy, and proud that they brough a life into the world, stop seeing things as negative... "depression is a mental disorder" trust me, it is. it makes you think the way we all do, thinking life isnt worth it, why should you try... but it goes on forever without stopping. That is very unhealthy, which is why i take meds to take care of my depression an ADHD "suicide is selfish" It is, people lose the one they love, searching for answeres, and if it is a financial problem, they are stuck with it. suicide is just running away permanently, it is stupid, it leaves your family in greif, and also pissed because you are such a coward... hope i helped!! <3
28 Feb 2007		Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
27 Feb 2007	Natalie	PLEASE DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS. LOOK AT HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE POSTED ON THIS SITE THAT DONT EVEN KNOW YOU BUT CARE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT! IF GOD BRINGS YOU TO, HE WILL BRING YOU THROUGH IT. BELIEVE I HAVE BEEN WHERE YOU ARE. PLEASE DONT!
27 Feb 2007	MARY	HELLO, LISTEN.. TOOOOOOOOO ALL THOSE PEOPLE WANTING TO END THEIR LIFE.. IT MIGHT FEEL BAD NOW. BUT IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE IF U DONT DO SOMETHING TO BETTER YOUR LIFE NOW.. SUICIDE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER.. BUT SEE IN MY CASE.. I AM SLUT AND I HAVE BEEN WITH SO MANY GUYS AND I HAVE SEX ADDICTION AND ADDICTION TO TO PILLS AND ALCOHAL.. SO I WILL NEVER GET BETTER.. I AM JUST ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE TRULY FUCKED..SO IF SOMEONE WANTS TO TELL ME A WAY I CAN GET BETTTTTER AND NOT FEEL IS EMPTY AND SHITY FEELING IN MY BODY TELL ME .. CAUSE I KNOW THIS WILL ONLY GET WORSE AND END IN DEATH.. IF I DONT GET HELP NOW..THE ONLY GUY I EVER LOVED THINKS I AM CRAZY AND NOT FIT TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP IN SOCIETY. AND THE ONE GUY I THOUHG CARED FOR ME.. CUT ME OFFFFFFFF FOR GOOD.. I KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY U WILL GET BETTER AND FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE U.. BUT I AM DONE LOOOOOOKING.. NO ONE WILL EVER WANT TO BE WITH SOME THAT IS A SLUT AND USED GOODS LIKE ME.. AND WILL NEVER WANT TO RASIE OR GET MARRIED TO SOMEONE THAT IS A SLUT LIKE ME..SO I KNOW THAT I WILL ONLY BE ALONE AND EVEYONE ELSE IN MY LIFE WILL GET MARRIED AND BE HAPPY.. WHILE I WILL DIE ALONLY DEATH..CAUSE I AM MENT TO BE ALONE FOREVER AND EVER.. MY GUY WILL NEVER COME BACK, HE IS DONE WITH MY SHITY AND MY FAMILY IS AS WELL. THEY DONT WANT TO TELL ME,CAUSE THEY THINK I WILL KILL MYSELF WHICH I KNOW I WILL ONE DAY SOON..BECAUSE I A FAILER AS A GF AND IN MY PERSONAL LIFE TOO AND MY PREFESSIONAL LIFE TOO..NOTHING I DO TURNS OUT RIGHT..I AM GIVING UP NOW.. I AM DONE.. MAY I REST IN PEACE.. AND GO TO HELL, CAUSE THAT THE ONLY PLACE FOR ME,, I AM BAD AND SHITY PERSON WHO IS NOT MENT TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE...
27 Feb 2007	MARY	HELLO EVERYONE, MY NAME IS MARTY.. I HATE MYSELF AND FOR THE PAST MONTH I HAVE BEEN TALKING SLEEPING TO TRY TO CALM DOWN.. I WANT TO KILL MYSELF TOO. BUT SOMETHING STOPS ME TOO.. I HAVE BEEN AND AM STILL IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY.. WHO FOR THE LONGEST TIME I THOUGHT HE CARED FOR ME.. BUT NOW I KNOW HE IS FINALLY CUTTING ME OFF.. FOR THE FACT I AM FUCKED AND A JEALIOUS PERSON..I THINK I AM GREAT AND LOVING PERSON.. BUT I AM SO UGLY AND FAT AND I WILL NEVER GET MARRIED AND HAVE CHILDREN CAUSE I AM SOOOOO DARN FUCKED..I THINK ONE DAY I MIGHT KILL MYSELF BY RUNNING IN FRONT OF A CAR.. THEN EVERYONE WILL CRY BUT THEN WILL FORGET ME AND GO ON WITH THEIR LIVES LIKE THEY ARE DOING NOW..I HATE MYSELF INSIDE, NOTHING BAD HAS EVER HAPPEND TO ME, I AM JUST ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE BORN WITH A BAD UGLY INSIDE...AND THAT WHY I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO MAKE ANY RELATIONSHIP OR JOB WORK.. I AM JUST SO UGLY AND STUPID INSIDE.. I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY AND WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE.. I AM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND LIVE ALONE FOR THE REST OF MYLIFE.. CAUSE GOD HATES ME AND DOESNT THINK I DESERVE HAPPNESS AND LOVE.. CAUSE I HAVE CAUSED SO MANNY PEOPLE IN MY LIFE TO CRY AND FEEL DOWN.. MY SISTERS, BROTHER AND MOM AND DAD ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT LOVE ME AND WILL ALWAYS LOVE ME.. BUT IT ISNT ENOUGH I NEED MORE.. I JUST FOUND OUT I AM BIPLORE TOO.. THIS PAIN I FEEEEEEL INSIDE I WANT IT TO GO AND I WANT TO FEEL HAPPY AGAIN.. BUT I KNOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEND, CAUSE I AM FINALLY DONE LIVING THIS SHITY LIFE I AM LIVING AND HURTING EVERYONE AROUND ME..LISTEN, I LOVE U VERY MUCH MOMMY, IM SORRY I CAUSE U SO MUCH PAIN AND STRESS AND I CANT GET MY SHIT TOGETHER.. PLEASE IF I EVER DIE DONT THINK IT WAS YOUR FAULT IT ALLLLLL MY FAULT THAT I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO LIVE ALONE.
26 Feb 2007	sad sack	pre heat your gas or electric oven to 110 degrees whilke your oven is pre heatind mix in a bowl ! cup of anti_depressants 2 cups of sleaping pills and ! cup of flour and milkk each, then detatch gas bottle from outside your house in the oven. Now eat the cake mixture if you have quick working tabltes by the time the gas bottle explodes you will no longer be depressed due to the anti_depressents and being dead. GO GET SOME FUCKING HELP
26 Feb 2007	melissa	life does suck!! my life does..i mean i got to school with a bunch of idiots and then come home a mother that is crazy!!i would really like to die i pray to god every night bout it.
25 Feb 2007	DoTA KwEen!	Play DeFense of the Ancients ALL day LoNg And dOnt sTOp! aND DOnt eat and dRInk and UrinaTe!!! yOu'LL die GODLIKE!!!
25 Feb 2007		sum times people on here need to forgive themselves.
25 Feb 2007	baby_again	Hi, i wrote a story and the date in the story is soon Written: 02/09/2007 He left the office a 1:00 PM Thursday March 1, 2007. He had given his boss an excuse for his early departure. Something about an appointment. His thoughts were disconnected as to what had happened the past weeks. His thoughts were on the task at hand. He followed through step by step, like a military man falling back on his training when all else fails. Sitting on the bench awaiting the bus he goes through it all in his head. He boards the bus sitting in the front with his back pack on his lap. He fidgets nervously with the strap as he stares out the window. He's traveled this route many times before. But today was no ordinary day. Today was his thirtieth birthday. The bus arrived at the YMCA. He slung his back pack over his shoulder. Upon exiting the bus he lit a cigarette. It was a bit windy so he had to flick the lighter a couple times before it was lit. When finished, he walks through the front doors. He shows his card to the receptionist who scans him in. They make idle chatter while she is handing the card back to him. Heading down the hallway towards the men's locker room he instead darts into a side room. This is a private unisex bathroom with toilet, sink and shower. He sits his back pack on the floor. He walks over to the mirror and begins to unfasten the buttons on his work shirt. He pulls it off and throws it on the ground by the backpack. He looks in the mirror. He notices the scar on his chest. He stands there looking at his face. Not so long ago it looked vibrant and young. But now was beginning to show the signs of aging. His face looked worn and tired. His eyes seemed as hallow tunnels of darkness as he gazed deeper into the mirror. He was loosing himself in thought. Turning on the water faucet he washes his hands. He then kneels in front of the back pack and begins pulling out its contents and laying them neatly in front of him. Baggie with marijuana, rolling papers, scissors, and a folded plastic trash bag. Then opening the bigger compartment he pulls out a pair of what look to be a pair of footed pajamas with tweetie bird on it. There is also a matching top with buttons. He unwraps the folded trash bag and slides out two adult disposable diapers and sits them on top of the pajamas. He then opens a smaller pouch and pulls out a razor, shaving gel, a container of Johnson & Johnson's creamy baby oil and a pill bottle. There is also a tiny bottle of conditioner or hair dye. He stands up and strips and throws his close into the now unfolded trash bag, and drops that bag into the trash bin. He then walks over to the shower and turns it on to warm the water. He then collects the razor, and shaving gel from the pile of items. Closing the curtain he steps under the water. He spends a few minutes just enjoying the warmth. He then takes the gel and spreads it on his face. Then taking the razor in his hand, he proceeds to shave. After his face is smooth as silk, he lathers his chest and begins to shave He then lifts his arms and lathers up his pits. He shaves the left, then the right. He then rinses in the faucet for a while longer. He takes the shaving gel and lather's his pubic area and then carefully begins to shave the mound, and the areas down under. He continues this process, shaving even his legs. He stood there a moment looking down at himself to check for any missed spots. He then remembered his arms. When he was finished he stood there with the curtain open dripping dry. He had not brought a towel. He glided his hands over his skin to brush off the water droplets to speed the process. Moments later he found himself standing before the mirror. This time he had a smile as he surveyed his handy work. He took notice of his build. He had worked for months at weight training. But unlike most people, his arms were not big. However his chest was well defined. He made sure to push himself at working those muscles more than anything else. There was just something about that look. He took the tiny bottle and rubbed it's contents in his hair. He had dark brown hair, which was short. This was changing his color to a light color. What he saw looking back at him seemed like a stranger from a far off dream. He bent down to pick up the J&J baby oil. He opened the container and squirted a dab on his hand. He rubbed it into his chest. The smell enveloped him and took him far away. He was back at the old house on the couch. He was being changed by his mother. The memory faded as quickly as it had come. He began to frantically rub the baby oil into his skin in a vain attempt to conjure this elusive dream. Before it was all over he had rubbed a generous portion of this oil from his neck to his feet. He set the container on the sink. He then reaches into the bottom of the back pack and pulls out a small container. He untwists the lid. He pulls out two suppositories. He then spreads his legs slightly and inserts them one at a time into his bottom. He once again washed his hands. He then grabs one of the adult disposable diapers and begins to open it up and stretch it out a bit. He lays it on the floor. He sits down on it and lays back on the floor. Things were now seemingly automatic. He was moving through the steps now with no apprehension. He began to fasten the tapes alternating sides until it was snug. He then repeats the process with the other diaper, putting it on over the other. He stands and begins to slide on the pajama bottoms. He feels much more comfortable now that his feet are not on the cold tile floor. Buttoning up the pajama tops he smiles catching his reflection again. He then empties the pill bottle's contents onto a little metal shelf beneath the mirror. There are pills of various colors and shapes. He begins to sort them with his fingers. He contemplates weather he should take pills of a like color together, or just dump them all down his mouth in any old random order. He decides to separate them. As he is fiddling around sorting out the pills he begins to feel the pressure in his bowels intensify. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out a flask of tequila, and then a 20oz bottle of blue power-aid. He begins to down the pills with the tequila. Once all the pills are gone he throws the pill bottle in the trash. He now begins to role the first of what would be three joints out of the marijuana baggie. He tossed the baggie in the trash when finished. He puts the three joints into the empty slots in his cigarette box. At this point the pressure is unbearable and he hunches over slightly and lets nature run it's course. There he stood, a thirty year old, dressed as a toddler, diapers and all. He sniffed for a second. The odor was not as strong as he had imagined it would be. He took a piece of paper and wrote the words "blood thinner, muscle relaxant, sleeping pills, pain killers, laxatives. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and glanced in the mirror for one last look. All his old personal effects were in the trash. All he was bringing with him was the backpack which now contained power aid, cigarettes and joints and a lighter. And perhaps a few other odds and ends. He stepped out of the door and walked back to the desk. There were people all around the lobby. Laughter began at once. The lady at the desk noticed and was also joined in with the others laughing. There laughter seemed so distant. Or perhaps he was so distant from the very place he now stood. He slid the paper on the counter. She looked at it. He pulled open his back pack and removed a hunting knife and held it up for her to see. A hush fell over the entire area. "You took those pills?" she asked. She was barely audible. "Open the door that leads outside to the pool." He said sternly while looking her in the eyes. She took her key ring and he walked behind her keeping the knife near her. While they stood there at the door she was fumbling nervously with the keys. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said. "Did you have an accident?" she asked while turning to face him. She could obviously tell by the odor that he had soiled himself. He didn't even entertain her question with a reply. She opened the door. He saw her cell phone clipped to her side. He quickly grabbed it. "I know how this goes. You'll call the police. I don't want them coming in with megaphones and such. So they can talk to me on this number. Now go back to the desk and don't let anyone out here." He commanded. He stood on the other side of the door as she closed it. He began to walk towards the deep end. There were two diving boards, one at a normal height, and another which was quite high. At least 20 feet or so he figured. He climbed up the steps and walked the length of the board. He sat down with legs dangling over the edge. He took rope from his backpack and tied his feet together. He then retrieved one of the joints from his cigarette box and lit it. He sat atop the board perched like a eagle with his eyes darting across the area in anticipation. The area was surrounded by a very high fence. This added to his feeling of security. He began to hear sirens in the distance drawing ever closer. They were like intruders come to steal his peace. After finishing his first joint he then began to sip on the power-aid. He began to wet the diaper. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but he had already wet himself while relieving his bowels. This gave him a strange sense of comfort. He began to feel sleepy. He lit another joint. He had his cigarettes, lighter, cell phone and knife at his side and his back pack behind him. The police cruisers were parked and he saw four police officers at the fence yelling at him. He could not make it out. He picked up the cell phone and called the front desk. A man answered. "Tell them to turn off the sirens and lights and stop yelling. I need peace and quiet." He said and then hung up. Moments later his order had reached whomever was in charge and they complied. The cell phone rang. He answered it. "My name is Daniel Green from the police department. Sir why don't you come down and let's talk." The man said. "No, there's no talking. Just leave me alone. I want quiet and I want to be alone." He said as he threw the phone into the pool. He could hear the distant chatter of police radios. He knew time was short. He tried to move but was finding it difficult. He voided into his diaper again. He sparked his third joint and eagerly puffed on it. He was feeling so sleepy now. He slid down his pajama's to show his diaper. He then took the hunting knife out of it's sheath again and put it against his inner thigh on the left leg. With one fluid motion he cut all the way through the artery. He then pulled the pants back up by leaning back. He then stabbed himself under the arm severing that artery as well. Blood poured from his wounds. He began to feel heavy. He was in a dream state now. He saw that the police officers were through the door and onto the pool deck. There frenzied shouting and radio squelch was so distant now. The dream took over the focus. "That's right, I remember now. I used to come to this pool as a child with my family. This pool has always been here. This pool has always been here." He was ripped once again from this dream when he heard clanging of boots climbing the steps. He looked down into the crystal blew water. It seemed so inviting. He inched himself closer to the edge. The pills were doing what he wanted. No pain, no clotting. He felt the board shake as an officer was almost upon him. "Mommy." He whispered as he fell forward off of the high diving board. The free fall felt like slow motion. He smiled as the water was rushing up to greet him. Splash! The pajamas immediately took on a heavy and clingy quality. The disposable diapers began absorbing the water which made them puff up. This felt so comforting. The water was so warm. He felt like he was being held. The bulk between his legs was so secure. The weight of the fabric was so safe. He hit the bottom of the deep end. He rolled onto his back and crossed his right arm over his chest in an attempt to hug himself. His eyes were looking up through the blurry blue which was now becoming red with his blood. There was a splash and a rippling of the water. "They're coming to steal me away" he thought. He realized he was still holding his breath but that would not last much longer. He began to breathe in water through his mouth. He previously imagined this to be quite painful and scary. Somehow he couldn't feel anything but warmth and peace. His body began to twitch and shake. "Air is for the living." A voice said from within him. He stopped shaking. He became one with the water, not being able to feel where his skin and clothing ended, and where the water began. All was dark. "Sweetie, wake up." A soft voice said. His eye's fluttered open. The light poured in through the windows illuminating the entire room. He felt himself being picked up and carried. "It's ok baby. Mommy's here now." As they passed a mirror he stared in total disbelief. There he saw his reflection looking back at him. Only now he was a little girl with curly blonde hair, dressed in a pink baby sleeper. The entire room became engulfed in white light. "The transformation is complete." A man's voice came from the mirror. The End. All i want is ot be a baby again to be care free to be lovedto be a girl not a boy. 3/1/2007 is my 30'th I wanna go home.
24 Feb 2007	DONT DO IT!	I have though about commiting suicide many times. My life is pretty horrible because I only got two good friends. But one of them everyone hates. It is pretty hard. I was only suicidal for about 1 year. My cousin commit suicide when he was 23, because his gf broke up with him and they were going out since the 8th grade. He got caught with many DWI's and she said if you get 1 more, were done. Well he did get one more, and they broke up. The next day he was moving out of her house to go back with his parents. His friend left for work, he came back to the house about 10 minutes later because he forgot something. There he was swinging dead, if he woulda been there 30 seconds earlier, he would still be alive. When he was in the casket, his family was sooooo sad (obviously). I can guarentee that he regrets commiting suicide now. But he can't return back to earth as a person, only as a soul. I can guaruntee that people who commit suicide regret it in the long run. When I saw him in the casket, I wanted to commit suicide also, it kind of inspired me. I hate my brother, he always calls me a fat fucker. He always calls me gay, and he means it. It pisses me off really bad. That was when I was suicidal. It's been probably a year since I seriously thought about suicide. I was planing on carrying it out and I was planning on how I would do it. I got deep into thought and started crying a lot. I couldn't stop. I was thinking about my little cousin and how I wanted to influence her on how to grow up. DONT COMMIT SUICIDE. Think about it, imagine yourself being in a casket, with everyone who sincerly loved you enough to drive to your wake and mourn you, it's not the way out. Just wait... for all you people who think about suicide, DONT DO IT... it gets better. For all you people who contradict what I just said, your taking it to hard on yourself. Your parents are soooo sad when your laying dead in the casket. ITS NOT THE WAY OUT!!! If god wanted you dead, you never would have been born. Get fat and have a heart attack if you want to die, die a natural way, don't die by ending it yourself. You insane if you commit suicide and there is something going inside your head. Go to a doctor and get some help, it's not worth it and you got a whole life in front of you, you couldn't have the best life when your young, but you could become rich doing something stupid and have the happiest life. Just let life take its course and have fun in life while it lasts.
24 Feb 2007	dead inside.	i only want to be loved. it sounds so simple, yet its nearly impossible.
24 Feb 2007	Dee	just cut your self to death and slowly bleed and while your dying just say "Fuck all of you!!!!"
24 Feb 2007	Jackie Oh	by living a life determined by others, by follwing THEIR rules and not floowing your heart. you slowly die inside either way... its so simple.
24 Feb 2007	Brett	The best way for anyone to kill them selves is to pretend they don't have the power to change things in their lives. Everyone is sooooo much stronger inside than they give themselves credit for!!
24 Feb 2007	read !	hello, i hope you got the time to read this. im not going go on to long about this, i came on hear to read why people would want to do this to there selfs and people who love them, im trying to understand the way you feel, you may not think no one loves you but theres always someone that loves you, i no you might think know one cares but i can promise you there is always someone that cares, i no you might feel like shit at the moment but you have your whole life ahead of you, you might meet someone later i life, but just think ...??
23 Feb 2007	teaos	its sad isnt it? how people and humanity in general can give up on life so quicky without even living it.simply because things go wrong people dont want to have to go through with it everyday there is no excuse for suicide there is no perfect way of suicide. no matter what life throws you try to deal with it. life can suck at times and some times it can be great. life is about struggle and adventue and overcoming those problems. i almost resorted to suicide once.. but i found my light i just hope everyone else can do the same..

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