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?
31 Oct 2006	THREE TIMES IS A CHARM.	sometimes singing a song helps. not a gay song like something david bowie wrote. write your own song. like here is one i wrote. murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murrr da i want to murda murda murda murda murda murda murda your punk ass. ***(REPEAT)*** and then it just starts over. it isnt real positive. but it does make me feel better sometimes. NOTE: this song is meant to be sung in a comedic fashion. if you just want a real person to talk to call me. 928-910-3621 or email me at my.broken.heart@gmail.com
29 Oct 2006	Jessica	I didn't know that there were actual websites that gave suggestions on how to commit sucide. I'm schocked and its sad because I'm 21 and life is hard but its only as hard as you want it.
28 Oct 2006	erin	my neighbour was killed by a drunk driver when she was 11. but i don't think she died on purpose.
26 Oct 2006	kelly	i think 1st of all you should think long and hard about suicide it's a big step if you have and you still want to kill yourself you should then try and talk to someone about your problems sharing your problems helps alot....and i should know!!....but if your scared there's always a hotline you can fone and get advice about what to do next.
25 Oct 2006	robert	To Eric and anyone with similar problems: Try something totally different. Leave everything that makes you feel the way you do behind and get out. Move to New York City. It's not as hard as it sounds. Take up a new hobby, like painting or writing. Go places, meet people, join clubs, whatever.
24 Oct 2006	Patrick	Shoot yourself in the head and get it over with. Life sucks and it always will. I've been suicidal since I was 10, and now I'm 31 - pathetic. I've tried to enjoy life, I've tried to be happy, i've tried the pills...Life never gets better. I just haven't done it yet because it would destroy my parents. Now I'm just waiting for them to die naturally so i can kill myself.
24 Oct 2006	Sadie Giddings	well for one thing i tried to commit suicide but my awesome boyfriend stopped me and now thats the farthest thing from my mind. but my choice would to be just not be to do it.
24 Oct 2006	karla	hey guys. im not gonna say anything about the best way to kill urself under 13. Im 20, and all i know is that this has been going on forever. Its defiantly an odd feeling to have, because i have a perfect life. im in university and have a wicked family and a nice house and car. im just not happy. my parents dont understand that its not what i own materially, its whats in my head. i feel like im already dead inside and its just my body that continues to live. It hard because i do have so much to live for. I know all this and i really dont want to die. im not trying to feel like this and when i cut myslef i am a different person. the only one who understood was my boyfriend who said my shit was to heavy for him and tried to get me sent to a hospital behind my back. now he wont talk to me because he has his own issues and says he cant deal with mine anymore. counsellors keep putting me on different drugs and sending to other places because they cant help me. what am i suposed to do now. i have tried to get help and this just shows the system sucks dick, and no wonder kids commit suicide. i hate to say it, but this is how im gonna die. if i wasnt meant to die this way a door would have opened up for me because i have tried and i have looked. im sorry to all of you who have to deal with this because i know how you feel, its hard and no one will understand you. they say they do, but they dont. if they spent a day in my head they would see why it has to be this way. i wish you all the best in the future, and try to fight it. dont give up without a fight.
23 Oct 2006	nameless	I was apprehensive of posting my opinion about anything at first because who wants to be responsible for someone else’s beliefs or actions, but then I stopped and thought about it, and I figure in the end, I'm not the one pushing the button, so I'll take a chance and voice what I'm thinking. I find it interesting about how some people here are putting an age-limit to when a person should wait to commit suicide. I'm not going to say that younger people who want to commit suicide should wait or not, but it definitely seems like there's some level of maturity that a person should reach before they make such a huge decision. Then again, I'm 28 and I've wanted to die since I was 15. Waiting to live more life hasn't exactly changed my world perspective on things. So, now you're saying to yourself, "If you've been suicidal for so long, then why haven't you killed yourself at some point." Just to clarify, I said that I've wanted to die since I was 15, not that I've been suicidal since I was 15. Don't get me wrong. I've had plenty of suicidal bouts, but they tend to be short lived. There’re two major reasons I don't off myself. One is the same reason a lot of the life-resenting people here haven't killed themselves yet either; this fear of hurting others. I know what it's like to pray to God that someone kills you or to die in some accident to alleviate yourself of responsibility of hurting those around you. Yeah, I hear ya. It’s a harsh thing to just wait to die. The second reason I’ll get to later. So, in the end, the reason I came across this site was because I’m finally getting to the point where I’m feeling real desperate. There’s this whole, “I really want to die,” thing going on, and this, “But I can’t hurt the people around me,” issue. So I’ll go ahead and explain my story (the religious ones will definitely love this story). I don’t want to die because I’ve been abused. I don’t want to die because I’ve been hurt. I don’t want to die because I want to be with someone that’s passed on to the other side. I want to die because, like so many of you agree, life is meaningless. Here’s an interesting story; a true story. So it’s winter Feb. 18, 1988. I was nine years old, almost ten. I was getting ready to walk with my little sister to the bus stop to go to school, and I decide to slide on the ice at the end of my driveway. So, I slide on the ice, and meanwhile, the neighbor at the end of his street is driving his daughter to the bus stop. I look up and there’s the bumper of his Ford F150. At some point I blacked out, and I came to a minute later, and the front passenger tire of his truck is lying right along my rib-cage, but I’m not crushed. I think everyone has a single defining moment in their lives, and for me, it’s this, and I’ll explain why. I’ve got a problem with surviving getting hit square-on by a truck like that and living. Hell, all I got was a scratch on my ankle. I remember later that year during the holiday season, my mom was like, “You should be thankful you’re alive.” I also remember not thinking much of it. I find it interesting how you’ll hear stories about how people will come close to dying, and they end up living and are like, “Thank God. I’m going to live every day to the fullest, I’m so thankful to be alive.” Not me. No. Five years later, I’m thinking about ways to kill myself and cutting myself up and shit like that. And so, I take a chance, and I swallow a bottle of sleeping pills, and I wake up eight hours later. And so, I take a gun, and point it at my head, and pull the trigger, but the damn thing misfires. (The second reason I don’t attempt suicide is because it seems like it just doesn’t work, at least for me). You see what I’m getting at here. I believe in God, but I’m not entirely happy with this situation, indeed I’m not. You see, my perspective on all of this is that I’m cursed. I’ve come to the conclusion that God hates me, and that this “life” is punishment for some sin that I committed, but I have not idea what that sin was. I’ve come to the conclusion that I actually died that day I was hit by that truck. I’ve come to the conclusion that considering that fact that my attempts to end my own life have been futile, there’s no hope for escaping this “life”. And the thing that chaps my ass the most is that I NEVER ASKED TO BE BORN, and that I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I DID to deserve this existence. I live in this world where life is obviously worthless. I live in this world, where the fortunate piss away what advantages have been granted to them, and treat their own lives like they were meaningless by indulging in vice, “because they can,” and not doing anything to better themselves because, “they don’t need to.” I live in a world where people around me treat their neighbors’ lives as if they were worthless. People that have no problem threatening or hurting a person for their own gain. People that would lie cheat and steal with absolutely no regard for how it is that their actions affect the people around them. People who rape and abuse and kill. People who have no problem having prejudices against a certain demographic of people for whatever bullshit reason. People that are like, “I hate Jews,” or,”I hate blacks,” or, “I hate fags”, or,”I hate Muslims.” Kill’em all right? What horse-shit. And it’s these same fuckers that would dare to tell me that life is worth living. These ignorant, stupid sons o’ bitches that have the gall to treat each other and themselves the way they do, and to turn around and tell me that life is precious. Sorry, buddy, the way you lead your life reinforces the fact that life is worthless. And my punishment, MY PUSHISHMENT FROM GOD is to have to exist in this world with people like that. And for all you God and Jesus fan-boys out there, I believe in God and Christ. Oh yeah. I believe. How could I not. Think about the ways that I’ve tried to kill myself and here I am. Oh yeah. It makes more sense to chalk it up to divine intervention than to sheer coincidence (that’s just my take on things). But you know that means. The worst part about living this life, the worst part about being “saved by God,” means only one thing. That God didn’t save me. Oh no. What it means is that God didn’t want me in His heaven. The perfect opportunity to die when I was an innocent nine year old and God didn’t want me then. And here I am, almost 20 years later, suffering this life (as a sinner no less) because I didn’t die that day. Here I am, having to witness this world, and having to know these people that live in it, and it’s definitely Hell. The reason I don’t attempt suicide is not because I’m afraid of eternal damnation, oh no. This is damnation. This is damnation because unlike most people, I KNOW God hates me. It’s the only thing that makes sense. And that’s the thing that hurts the worst. See, when I imagine a stereotypical Hell, I imagine these demons tearing at my flesh and burning my skin and the smell of sulfur. No. That’s nothing. That’s nothing compared to the hurt I feel believing in God, and knowing that the God that I love so very much will never reciprocate that love back to me, and in fact does quite the opposite. Life is difficult to live. We have to work hard and be honest and make ends meet from day to day, and try to be good to others. It’s hard carrying that weight. And that’s how I try to live. But every time I try to have hope and every time I try to have dreams it’s quashed immediately. And I can’t help but think that this is all part of God’s punishment for me. I don’t pray anymore because I know that no matter how desperate I am for whatever it is that I’m asking God’s help with, it’ll never be answered. I’ve preyed too many times with the opposite thing of what I preyed for to have any faith in God answering my prayers in a positive way. In fact, I come to the conclusion that God answers my prayers by allowing things in my life to hurt me. So I’ve given up on praying because I think God’s getting tired of listening to my voice. So frankly, I wish I would’ve died when I was a kid. I wish I didn’t believe in God. You see, if there was no God, I could die right now, and that’d be that. No heaven. No Hell. It wouldn’t matter. So don’t tell me that life’s precious. I have yet to meet someone the not only treats their own life as precious, but treats the lives of all those around them as precious too. Yeah, precious……bullshit. So don’t you tell me that all I have to do is find God. I already found God, and knowing God is the worst torture I’ll ever know. Honestly. All you non-believers have it pretty good. Frankly I’m jealous. I suppose that’s all I have to say about that. If you feel like emailing me, you’re more than welcome. Props to anyone that’d like to off my ass.
23 Oct 2006	chelsea	get it done quickly.. i am a 14 year old girl.. who suffers anerexica,, and was just diagonised with a brain tumour. life is fucking gay.. no one lives in total happiness.
23 Oct 2006	Phoenix	I recently shared my story, then when browsing those of others, for whom my heart bled out for, responding to those I feared most for, I realized there was something everyone who comes here needs to know about suicide. SUICIDE IS A NATURAL RESPONSE TO PAIN OVERWHELMING PAIN COPING MECHANISMS. According to modern psychology, suicide is a natural response to pain (ie. mental, emotional, psychological, physical) overwhelming pain coping mechanisms. There are only (2) two ways to avoid suicide. 1. Remove the source of the pain. Note, this may not be an alternative in all cases, if its not possible to eliminate the source of the pain, or much less identify its source. This is the reason that running away has become so popular. It is a means of aliviating the pain, as it did me when I left home and never seen my abuse parents again. Unfortunately, there is nothing that can be done to remove the source of my pain today. In this type of situation, see #2. 2.) Find, develope, create new pain coping mechanisms. This is what psycho-babel psychotherapy attempts to do, and what dancing does for me. This is one reason music is so important to humanity. Ever notice how when your at your lowest low, music can get you through it (if the right song)? Music may not do it for you. For some its fear. Fear of God, of bs purgatory, or bs hell. Let me debunk hell for you real quick. Hell is an anglo-saxon word derived from the greek work hades (this is obvious, and is not at all questioned, universally accepted). Hades, like many other greek/roman mythology was taken from other cultures and events happening around their culture. This concept of hades (and the word itself) was born of a common event of the times, a place known as gehanna. One of the most influential events was the sieze upon Jerusalem by the Romans. For those of you who are familiar w/ your Judeao history, the Romans laid siege upon Jerusalem for years. Now imagine a huge city not allowed to export/bury their dead and trash. This would begin to build up quickly. A large city laid siege upon for over five years would accumalate alot of dead and trash. To keep the commandments of their god, and stay maintain a clean city (cleanliness is next to godliness...) they began throwing their dead, and trash outside the walls of Jerusalem. This place is historically referred to as gehenna. It was the make-shift burial grounds of war-sieged Jerusalem. Over the time of this war the bodies and trash began to decay giving off sulferous fumes. The roman army set it aflame and it smoldered and burned, giving off sulfer and flame for a long time. A common referrence in Jerusalem was to refer to anything going to gehenna as being dead and never returning. This was a physical "hell" / hades / gehanna on earth. Hell is nothing more than any graveyard; although the torments of hell came from our beloved control freak world religion, catholicism (known for its lies, secrets, myths and molestations). Teh suffering of hell came from the mids of the people of those times who threatened to throw their errant children into gehenna if they were disobedient as a control technique. After all this, can you truly believe in hell? In any of that bs? Take some science classes and learn about the "Spontaneous Combustion Theory" and how its been proven in labs. Blessed be, from your local suicidal geneticist.
22 Oct 2006	dic savant	lucy cortina and your behemothly sized breasts, im in love with you! i've read your dirty tale, and i've heared of your fickle-tits, read between the lines and minded the gap... they are for me, i know it! it was mistress fate that sent me the inclination to find you on this website - still unsure as to my attraction to you and your gargantuan milk ducts, but i now know it is fate. and i simply have one question to ask you: CAN I MILK YOU?
21 Oct 2006	Chris	Jump off a building. Im going to do it in a couple of days.
21 Oct 2006	The Bitter End	I know the layout of this site like the inside of my head. I enjoyed your post Erik. It's a shame you get so much spam. I've been known to contact those foolish enough to leave an email address.
21 Oct 2006	I don't care how you do it.	Sometimes all I can think about is scraping the polish off my nails. Sometimes I realise just what's going on, and what's going to happen, and how far away I might be able to get, and all that's left underneath it all, when you pull it away, is me. And I know that'll never be enough. Sometimes the futility of it all gets a bit too intense. We keep moving. Day by day. We breathe. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going forward is bringing it all back down to earth. Underneath it all, it's still me. Sometimes scraping the polish off my nails is just enough to ground me. For now.
21 Oct 2006	Shawn Turner	Hi. I am a 31 year old male, living in Ohio with a wife and 2 children. And I want to die. I simply do not care about this life, or any of the bullshit that comes with. This is deep seeded for me, for I am the suicidalist. I have no family, no brothers, no sisters, no mom, no dad, nothing. Aside from my wife and 2 children. My wife? She tells me to shut up and do it already. My children? They are young and most likely will grow up to learn what a loser I am. Whats stopping me? Nothing. I have currently in front of me enough muscle relaxers in front of me that will stop any and all activity in my body. For good measures, I also have sediatives that will peacefully place me in a sleep. Combo of both, and I will not wake up. I just don't care. I see people talk of pain that will be cause upon someone's death, whether it be suicide, or "just their time". None of us live forever, not a single soul or being on this green earth. We all die, its life. Selfish? Hardly. I rather think of it as beating the odds, and besides; whats it really all matter anyways? Good luck in all you do and enjoy the sweetness of silence and overcoming darkness. See ya.
21 Oct 2006	Up yours everyone	How should I do it? Quick and painless of course. I do not want to suffer. Plus, I don't want to leave behind some greusome scene of violence for someone I care for to discover. I know! I'll go up into the mountains and find some cave or perhaps a sewer drain pipe.. Climb deep inside, and then blow my brains out. The body would have long decomposed to just a skeleton before it would be discovered. I could leave behind cryptic notes telling them that I went off to Nepal to meditate with the lamas. Yes, that's a good idea. Perhaps I'll go to Nepal and find the cave to off myself in there. That would be an ever better idea, methinks. Ah, to die. To fall asleep forever. I wonder if you dream when you're dead? Is the afterlife permanent dreamstate? One can only speculate. At any rate, life right now as it is here is far too unpleasant to possibly tolerate anymore. I mean, shit, day after day --- waking up, a hateful experience to be sure: being robbed of the only joy in my life, the blissful escapism of the dreamworld --- to a world where I must hastfuly pop out of bed, bathe, throw on some clothes and run as quick as I can, to nothing the sweet seclusion of my apartment place where I can dwell in misery on how lonely I am. I must beg the pardon of you, my esteemed reader, at this point. I have been behaving quite aloof lately and have made no efforts to reveal who in fact I am. I am your standard issued slightly-more-intelligent-than-the-average-shithead-in-public-school kid who grew up in suburban 70s and 80s Texas, a perfect example of public schooling, yet intelligent nonetheless to become quite good at computing as a hobby which started out as a mediocre shit. You know how it was back then ... how many of you people met your first real friend when you first started making that big dot-com money? And how many of you people are going through a breakup (if you'd been smart) or a divorce (or proceeding towards one currently) by now? We were unpopular kids, most of us, in high school... but then we went and started making the $$$. people started treating us a bit different then, didn't they! Well, I digress. I have made the decision to begin planning my own termination.
21 Oct 2006		I hate myself, I hate my life, I am unloveable, never will find happiness, and will die poor, miserable, cold, and alone -- unless I OFF MYSELF FIRST!!
21 Oct 2006	jenni	Don't, Kid you haven't lived yet. I'm 15 almost 16 and was badly abused as a child and became anorexic. theres always another awnser. good luck.
21 Oct 2006	ben	hey man i know this dont seem big but im a christian in a very very non-christian school im getting more depressed each day because its so hard i dont want to commit suicide but im just in a real tuff situation its not that big to some people but im just so depressed can u help me??

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