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?
24 May 2006	mysterious90	hey there everyone. i think there's no best way to kill yourself. i think it's just stupid.okay answer my question, would you rather go to HELL? or would you just keep yourself alive and think to yourself, that your stupid of thinking of it from the first place.. believe it or not everything turns out right in the end, TRUST ME. im 16 and i've been going through hard time with everyone, i made a mistake and lost my close and bestest friends 4 days ago, now i just hang around with my normal friends.. i miss my real friends so much but i'm not stupid to think of killing myself even though it hurts my feelings alot.. i just wish i never said the stupid thing from the first place, because they are my bestest friends and i'll never find any like them.. but listen killing yourself is not the answer.. YOU WANNA GO TO HELL FOREVER THEN GO AHEAD KILL YOURSELF, GET SOME1 TO DO IT 4 YOU!!! god will not, and I MEAN WILL NOT, forgive you or give you any chances, because he did not create you for nothing!!! so think before doing anything STUPID
24 May 2006	Ryan	well i guess i shouldnt be doing this, because im sixteen but,i have tried killing myself in many different ways, and i was just looking for a new way to kill myself today, and well this site came up, i really dont know how to explain after reading all of those other messages how it made me feel. But let me tell you this if your really that pissed off and really think you need to kill yourself try what i did it put me right in rehab, cause i didnt take enough, take about 7-8 oxycodones, and all of your dreams will come true, see when i took them i only took 5, and that wasnt enough, but you know people make mistakes, believe me i'll do it right next time, im going for 10 just to be sure.
24 May 2006	Kazza1	WEll i wrote on here a couple of months ago n Recently i av lost sum 1 close to me Afta dat append i tried to slit my wrist but i could not do it, i got so scared dat i just started to cry.....so please dont kill yourself if you want any advice my msn addy is mememe90@hotmail.com plz dun kill ur self but if u want 2 its ur life ur destroyin no1 elses
23 May 2006	phil	i am 12 years old and i have tried many ways to kill myself. i have jumped off of my house, slit my wrists, am anorexic, belimic, i have lit myself on fire, shot myself, smoked drugs, taken pills like benydrl over 90 super strength and got my stomic pumped. i have secsessfully hund myself. like other kids on this website i have died and came back. hell is not exactly the best place i have ever been. i havent stopped doing all of these but i have slowed down. i havent cut in 1 days but 10 days ago i went to the hospital and died but cam back. i have died and came back atlest 7 times. i drilled a hole in my knee because a girl said no when i rejected her. i use a mashedi to cut myself and sometimes over react. one of the times i died i went to heaven and saw my friends mom and my grandparents. just because i havent stoped doesnt mean that u should do it eather people stop felling like ur fat because i have been thru the same thing i started anerexia when i was only 98 pounds and though i was fat stop doing this stuff to urself i slowed down because people said they loved me. i dont really think thats true
23 May 2006	YOU ARE SPECIAL	no one should commit suicide and we should all learn that people are special for who they are, value your own life beacuse youve bin gifted with itand remember you have so much to live for you just can see it right now think positive and things will be positive bye byexxxx
22 May 2006	Hermann Hesse	...Siddhartha wandered into the forest, already far from the town, and knew only one thing--that he could not go back, that the life he had lived for many years was past, tasted and drained to a degree of nausea. The songbird was dead; its death, which he had dreamt about, was the bird in his own heart. He was deeply entangled in Samsara; he had drawn nausea and death to himself from all sides, like a sponge that absorbs water until it is full. He was full of ennui, full of misery, full of death; there was nothing left in the world that could attract him, that could give him pleasure and solace. He wished passionately for oblivion, to be at rest, to be dead. If only a flash of lightning would strike him! If only a tiger would come and eat him! If only there were some wine, some poison, that would give him oblivion, that would make him forget, that would make him sleep and never awaken! Was there any kind of filth with which he had not besmirched himself, any sin and folly which he had not committed, any stain upon his soul for which he alone had not been responsible? Was it then still possible to live? Was it possible to take in breath again and again, to breathe out, to feel hunger, to eat again, to sleep again, to lie with women again? Was this cycle not exhausted and finished for him? Siddhartha reached the long river in the wood, the same river across which a ferryman had once taken him when he was still a young man and had come from Gotama's town. He stopped at this river and stood hesitatingly on the bank. Fatigue and hunger had weakened him. Why should he go any further, where, and for what purpose? There was no more purpose; there was nothing more than a deep, painful longing to shake off this whole confused dream, to spit out this stale wine, to make an end of this bitter, painful life. There was a tree on the river bank, a cocoanut tree. Siddhartha leaned against it, placed his arm around the trunk and looked into the green water which flowed beneath him. He looked down and was completely filled with a desire to let himself go and be submerged in the water. A chilly emptiness in the water reflected the terrible emptiness in his soul. Yes, he was at the end. There was nothing more for him but to efface himself, to destroy the unsuccessful structure of his life, to throw it away, mocked at by the gods. This was the deed which he longed to commit, to destroy the form he hated! Might the fishes devour him, this dog of a Siddhartha, this madman, this corrupted and rotting body, this sluggish and misused soul! Might the fishes and crocodiles devour him, might the demons tear him to little pieces! With a distorted countenance he stared into the water. He saw his face reflected, and spat at it; he took his arm away from the tree trunk and turned a little, so that he could fall headlong and finally go under. He bent, with closed eyes--towards death. Then from a remote part of his soul, from the past of his tired life, he heard a sound. It was one word, one syllable, which without thinking he spoke indistinctly, the ancient beginning and ending of all Brahmin prayers, the holy Om, which had the meaning of "the Perfect One" or "Perfection." At that moment, when the sound of Om reached Siddhartha's ears, his slumbering soul suddenly awakened and he recognized the folly of his action. Siddhartha was deeply horrified. So that was what he had come to; he was so lost, so confused, so devoid of all reason, that he had sought death. This wish, this childish wish had grown strong with him: to find peace by destroying his body. All the torment of these recent times, all the disillusionment, all the despair, had not affected him so much as it did the moment the Om reached his consciousness and he recognized his wretchedness and his crime. "Om," he pronounced inwardly, and he was conscious of Brahman, of the indestructibleness of life; he remembered all that he had forgotten, all that was divine...
21 May 2006	horrible	You know what, i just came across a book dealing with suicide. it says that the odds you fail are EXTREMELY high. 4 out of 5 suicide attempt fail. It says that human beings are EXTREMELY difficult to kill.
21 May 2006	Katie	I can't say i know how all you people feel because i don't, but all i do know is your all young and you don't know what life holds for you. Each one of us has a purpose. Each one of us has a different life to others and maybe you think yours is worse than everyone elses, well let me tell you that it isn't. Everyone can see the bad things in their life so clearly but never recognise the good things. Just take a few minutes and look at the palm of your hand it is individual to everyone elses, your life is your own and you live it how you want it, end your life now and there are no second chances. Look to your future not your past and present. Life has highs and lows, don't give up on life keep fighting and be strong things will change for the better.
21 May 2006	Shelly	Life is for living... Love is for giving... Need i say more...
21 May 2006	Ivan K.	Death is the final known doorway. It leads to something, perhaps (?), ... or NOTHING at all. If the latter, then it's the end of all-experience, sensation, thought, ideas, creativity, dreams, love, etc. Instead you'll find only self-obliteration, a sterile vacuum, eternal nothingness. Yes, the world can be a cruel, painful, ugly & unforgiving place to endure (& many a great artist, poet, musician, etc. has found inspiration from just that!). But it can also offer, however rarely, moments of profound beauty & move one to tears of joy. Death eventually comes to us all, it's our common destiny. If you have the courage to hasten death by voluntarily walking through that final doorway (via suicide), then you CERTAINLY have the courage to live. Besides, it takes FAR MORE COURAGE to live than to die. (I should know). - I'm an adult who watched the Robert Bresson film Mouchette last night. I leave this message in the hope that you'll abandon your idea of designing suicide kits &, instead, employ your UNDOUBTED talents to creating something that will give other kids HOPE & help you to fulfill your ARTISTIC DESTINY. Your website is extremely well designed & I think will lead you to greater things! Believe me! Bottom line: Death is easy. Living isn't. But ALL life is unique & should be cherished for as long as possible. Take care. -Ivan K.
19 May 2006	tele	Its not fair Mouchette, Cause youre alredy dead, and im still here.
19 May 2006	edhelwen	Don´t kill yourself. First you need to be sure. And you´re not. You´re too young.
18 May 2006	Dylan Weeks	Dump gas on your self and tack a match and light your self on fire and then run around your yard screaming
18 May 2006	Suicide Is My Ambition	Where can I find a gun and get it IN SECRET? I desperately need to know. Thanks.
17 May 2006	kirsten	well for years now i have been so depressed....i have been second guessing life....i hate myself and my life.....and every day feels worse thatn the last and im sick of it......for the past few days i have bin slitting my wrists....i like that i can control this....i can control the pain te pressure...everything......i really dont want to kill myself but i feel its the only way......but hten when i try i stop and think......thers a whole lofe ahead of me ......just waiting....but other times i sto and think...if i only could press down a little harder then it woul dall go away......my life has been a mess ever since the day i was bron....night afteer night i lay awake wondering ...why me...why me...why couldnt this be comeone else ......and then school doesnt help any...theres everyone looking upon you judgeing u from the outside and not the inside...and it all comes down to the little things......i had a friend who hung hinself and his younger sister found him.......he wa a great friend and looked as if he didnt have problems.....but then again any one can pretend....so no one suspected he wpould kiil himself,...it was devistating......so yea.....thats just another thing to make u think twice.....think about how many people it wpuld hurt.......i still hate life...but i wanna see the future....
17 May 2006	Sarah	Im 15. Its funny really. I was just researching how many pills it would take to overdose. Last night I tired to kill myself bby overdosing but it turned out I didnt have enough pills. I was attempting to do it becuase of a boy. I know its pathetic. but love can do crazy tings to you. I have been cutting for about 4 years which sucks. And erm I think iv'e leanred my lesson. Unless i have a good reason I wont try it again. this site was good and it helped me see this. Thanks guys, you rock!
17 May 2006	Dreaming of Death	This site is sick because life is sick
16 May 2006	Ricky	This is a message to the originator of this site. I do not know your background or your beliefs, but I have tried to take my own life when I was 11. I am a lot older now and I am still here now, for whatever reason. What is your purpose, may I ask? Are you trying to dissuade young people from suicide or do you just want to understand more about them, or are you really trying to find methods for young people to take their own lives?
16 May 2006	brianne	the best way is to not do it at all i have tried twice and my parents do not know. see we are well of and me and my sis were a mistake and they just give us money so that they do not have to deal with us.but if death is what you want slit your wrists and yes their is a chance some one will find you but not if you cover all your bases. like making sure you have enough time to bleed out. also think first because this may not be what you want and there is no turning back.
16 May 2006	brianne	the best way is to raid your parents and anyone you knows drugs and talk all of the stronges ones you can find. also tape it or write a long letter.

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