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?
05 Nov 2006	Bunkey	Drink a bottel of amonia
05 Nov 2006	?????	well this is the last time u will hear from me im 15 my life is fucked up i h8 it i cut myself all the time i wish i wasnt born im going to a better place were girls dnt mess me about goodbye
04 Nov 2006	Fitzo	Can i ask how people who think this site is so disgusting actually found this site in the 1st place?
04 Nov 2006	Amy	This is to Chris, I understand what your talking about...especially about the whole college thing and not having anyone to talk to or trust. It really is hard. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could just sleep forever. For what it's worth Chris, I care.
04 Nov 2006	Boo	The only reason I didn't kill myself was because you just come back and have to live in this miserable world again. This world is fucked up and I don't blame people who want to kill themselves. I just want it to be painless because I hate pain.
03 Nov 2006	sarah	you guys are sick. no one here knows the value of life. does anyone know that many people are struggling to live right now? And here, u people are boasting about how many times u tried to kill yourself. And anyway, what real troubles have u went through anyway? NO one here is starving or sickly. Compared to the pain those poor people on the streets are going through, u guys are like flies, but i'm not saying your problems don't matter. I just want you to remember that god put u on this earth for a reason. He gave u one chance only. so don't ruin that chance by just killing yourself. do something with your life. make yourself fell validated. be thankful that your her today. Remember, every man on this earth has a problem but it takes true courage to face it.
03 Nov 2006	tell me your name	slow down there. you dont need to kill yourself. sure you have problems. and if you just killyourself you will only be starting a chain reaction of problems. you will actually make the situation worse. i mean just think about this for a second. do you think that anyone wants to put up with the bullshit in the world. do you think that you are alone and that you are the only one that wants to kill themselves. HELL MUTHA FUCKIN NAW! i for one would love for me to just have nothing to do with this shit hole called earth. and just about everyone else wants to to. but we dont do it. some times you just need a good laugh. here is a link to a real funny song. just try it out. maybe you will luagh and feel better. TURN YOUR VOLUME ON to hear the beautiful song “The Rose” http://www.slabearkazad.com/sniff/ or you can copy and paste the link in your address bar and press enter.
02 Nov 2006	Shlomo Hermivits	Please, consider the following, im am a jew, i know the trouble, God, yes your thinking this bull shit, but God loves you, i tell you this because i also consider 'it' love, get love, stay loved, tell you parents to lay off, tell them, scream if you want, what ever you do. Don’t pull the trigger, of kick the chair underneath you, you'll find out and thank your self later, when you have a husband, or wife. Love life and it will love you. Please, don’t be a martyr for this "world" remembers if you kill yourself, you the shit of the world, over come it. You are better then them. Tell them that, AND ARE YOU ADVERTISING THIS "What is a suicide kit" if you are, I HOPE you will consider that G-d HATes you, and when you die you WILL SEE, the creator, you sick fuck,
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?

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