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?
12 Jun 2003	chris	hands down, the easiest way to kill yourself is to watch wheel of fortune for two weeks straight. it will drive you to do anything to end it all.
11 Jun 2003	k	get old.......
11 Jun 2003	will	Fancy wanting to kill yourself, cos you are not having sex, or getting a fuck from your girl friend, you sad sad creature. most of us want to kill ourselves for genuine reasons, not for pathetic excuses like that. Sorry, i've said too much. Back up the loft.............
10 Jun 2003	the gay punk	i have to reply on two somethings here. first, elizabeth, honey. you are fat (and so is half of the world and you can overpower us skinny people) but you are not ugly. if you are, then everyone is: vin diesel could be ugly, mariah carey is ugly, madonna is ugly (look at her friggin teeth), and britney spears, oh god please or i might puke to death for the thought of her. do not look down on yourself. if you do you won't accomplish the shit you'd wish you did. i know a lot of people in this "forum" that deserve to die, but you're NOT one of them. and to the guy who wants to kill himself over that girl who won't fuck him. arrgh. he is the kind of guys that make gay people gay. selfish asshole. there are so many reasons you can think of to why she won't get in the sack with you. 1) you are ugly 2) you are a loser 3) your gf is a dyke, or if she isn't, you'll make her into one. 4) she doesn't really love you (why does she have to 5) you, as a lot of guys, don't deserve her so please, shut up and masturbate with your stolen playboy magazine copy.
10 Jun 2003	fred	unload an uzi clip at your face.
10 Jun 2003	Boozard	Use 25 , 1 mg restlys and have 120 ml scotch and 30 actifieds and 10 crocins and go to sleep
10 Jun 2003	just a girl	now i am not usually one to critize.. (unless im critizing myself) but that is just not cool... i come here to share my thoughts and feelings and try help others out a little, in hope that it will save a few lives (including my own)... but then there are people like 'Guestar' who come here.. critize the site and say we're all sick.. (even tho he's writing in saying he wants to die?.. with answers of the best ways to..).. for a reason none the less.. of that his girlfriend simply won't 'fuck' him! my god... i mean i know we can get a little sex-obsessed (ay lucy!).. but that aint no reason to kill yourself dude! that is just plain pathetic! so tell me why 'Guestar' we are all sick for wanting to kill ourselfs when we have damn good reasons for it.. other than our 'girlfriends wont fuck us'!? (boyfriends in my case rather.. not that i have one).. 'tick' (yes i have an idea).. so why dont u leave us people alone to worry about our serious problems and try to get some help here.. and u go get a life.. go use ur hand.. stop critizing us..... and just piss off! (anyone else agree? luce?) thank you... that is all :)
09 Jun 2003	the gay punk	i assume everyone forgot about me. oh yeah i've been to niagara falls. if you want to kill yourself, hitchhike to niagara falls and lift your feet, and jump. it hurts, a hell fucking lot. my grandmother crashed at our place friday. she's so ugly and annoying oh my god. and she's sleeping in my room so i have to sleep in the couch. well think about all your joys and shit before you kill yourself. losers. because i have it worse than you because a) i can't fuck anyone (i'm gay, so that's strange, i should be having sex like bunnies at 15) b) i am sleeping on the couch. i will be homeless in a little while c) my dad "accidentally" punches my face while i was sleeping. fucker. d) well, i can't think of anything else. i have dreams. i want to be famous and be loved and that is sure not happening since my dad is working against my benefit (he wants me to starve!!!). he doesn't really care about me. my mom is a conservative bitch (think carrie's mother from carrie, the movie with sissy spacek). and so forth. fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you, wait, you're cool, and fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and you, fuck you too.
09 Jun 2003	Gabriella	it's not real a suggestion but, trying to burn your school down does not work. believe me it does not work and it does not help when there are six formers walking around and noticing a little year 3 kid with flaming frass in her hands. burning schools don't work, believe me it don't. i tried and i got halfway towards the main building. i tried it, it started okay but when i got closer to the main building a bloody sixth former saw me and reported me. does not work, don't try it
09 Jun 2003	Guestar	i feel like fucking killing my self right fucking now to tell you the truth. but i don't know what to do, well i know how to die, i just don't know the best way to do it at the moment, that's all. i am 17 years old. plus i couldn't be fucking bothered to read every single thing everyone has wrote for ideas on the best way to die. i have severe depression. plus my girl friend has a really unusual way of loving me. one could say it is called extreme abstinence, and yes, i am losing my fucking patience because she won't fucking sleep with me and i just want to die because of that. 2 fucking months man, 2 months is a really long fucking time man. all i have to say is if she really loved me she would sleep with me. FUCK! no, but a-fucking-pparently, she is always to fucking busy. oh yeah. this site is fucking stupid. you people are all fucking sick. some girl at my school committed suicide on the weekend. guess how old she was? 13 years old! you people should never joke about death like that. it makes me sick, i feel like throwing up. that is the truth, her name was Janelle. and oh yeah, the best way of killing yourself when you are 13 is to jump of a really really really high building. later.
09 Jun 2003	Nicole	Hey, it's me again. I still want to kill myself. My b/f dumped me and I still love him but my best friend is going to go out with him even though she knows I still love him. Isn't that just great? I just want to die.... she's such a bitch... bye
09 Jun 2003	will	Yesterday i came back down the loft. Cor, that was an experience. I did myself fish and chips. i decided to have a bottle of wine with it. I drunk the whole bottle, and well, it tasted of piss. Not that i drink piss, but this wine left an after taste. i became very drunk, and i think i fell asleep. My dearly beloved (said with sarcasm) came home early and caught me. Oh dear, i was sooo scared, i wanted the earth to swallow me up! ummm, i'm going back up the loft to hide...........
08 Jun 2003	j	If you have hatred and malice in your heart, your problems are caused by your friends or peers. Go to school with a 10/12 gauge shotgun and during lunch, which is usually where you can find the most people congregated in one place, shoot yourself in the face. Before you do that yell something haunting like," It's all your faults." Just an example.
07 Jun 2003	Suicidal Bliss	put a 9MM pistol in your mouth and pull the trigger. Instant death! Make sure you use a hollow point bullet to blow out the back of your head. If no gun, take every cleaner under the kitchen sink and drink it. off to blissful permanent sleep
07 Jun 2003	Demthsmydhone	It's alright, we're not going anywhere. Sun is shining.
07 Jun 2003	JJJ	ARLINGTON ROBINSON (Set by John Duke) RICHARD CORY Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good morning," And he glittered when he walked. And he was rich, yes richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. Suicidal people need therapeutic help, I have depression where I punish myself for the things I don't do, like talk to a girl or something. But I still try to fight the good fight... Hopefully I'll get through this with therapy.
07 Jun 2003	will	ummm, i don't think there is an easy way to kill yourself. i always think up of different ways, but i can't carry it out. i suppose if someone shoots you at point blank range it's quick. sorry :( Anyway, on a lighter note, i was cleaning up my new car. Well, it dates back to 1988, but it's new to me. I was lubricating the locks with that WD40 stuff. it comes with a small straw type thing, so that you can direct it better. well, i got this straw thing jammed in the boot(trunk)lock. i thought, you fuckin prat Will. It's still stuck in it. Ummm, you're all thinking, what's that got to do with suicide? hmmm, well, nothing actually. i thought i would just mention it. ummm, yeh well, i think i better return to the loft, don't you think......
07 Jun 2003	I_Care	To Whoever will hear: By the time i was 13, I wanted to die, too. I had been beatened frequently by a cruel step-father from age 4 until his death at age 10. Ridiculed at school.... Don't die. I don't mean to preach to you, but I can tell you that today, I'm alive. I'm an adult woman who remembers the cruelty of children at school. I didn't have all the nice things they had. And so, I was also treated badly. Why am I still alive? I discovered that people whose confidence and self-worth is sabotaged at an early age are normally those with a special purpose in life. And all that is evil is trying desperately to prevent that purpose from being fulfilled. There are people waiting to meet you.... only YOU. Maybe some have not even been born as yet. But your absence from this planet will leave a vacancy that no one can fill. And much never accomplished... because only YOU can accomplish it. Now... I will say... "Someone has already died for your pain.... and with Him... He took all the pain you're feeling now. His death declares just how valuable you are. His death says that you mean more to Him than His very own Life. And I agree. His statement on the Cross about your value should speak louder to you than the words of "kids". As an adult I have walked by MANY of the cruel children who tormented me in school.... now adults, homeless, disabled, alone, working domestic jobs, looking as if they are 20 years older than I. Nicole, GOD will not overlook their cruelty. But don't join them in their cruelty to you by ending your life. You will be agreeing with them. And they are WRONG. Suicide is permanent answer to a temporary problem. GOD's love for you is outside of the bad decisions made by our parents or family members. GOD's love for us is beyond what others see and say about us. That pounding at your heart.... that's Him.... knocking.... waiting for you to give Him permission to come in. Right now, I'm praying for you. Choose life. Choose HIM. From your despair... it's obvious He's already chosen you.
06 Jun 2003	naomi mikamura	dear ...uuhhh ...ill get back to u on that one... anyway... i did my... 8th suicide attempt about 13 days ago... and do u wanna know a secret...? IT FAILED!!!... AGAIN!!!!! i mean what am i? oblivious to fucking physical damage or something...?! ... ~deep breath~ ... "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9......... why the fucking hell cant i die?!?!?! ...~another deep breath~... (to avoid losing my temper... actually... it should me my head that is lost...) ---MY SUICIDE ATTEMPTS...A~H~E~M--- 1. i slit my wrists... pain level: 4 2. i drunk so toxic liquid... pain level: blacked out 3. i stabbed myself along the torso... pain level:11 4. (u aint gonna believe dis one... but i was desperate) i shoved a knife up my ass... pain level:12 5. (i got this one from this site #21) i induced vomiting which lasted about 18 minutes... (at the 11 minute point my i started vomiting blood...) then i blacked out... and indeed went into a coma which lasted at least 23 days or so... when i woke up i immediatly looked around and said "..... what the hell... ACK! aww... im still breathing... i was sure that would work..." pain level:23 6. i went to this ski resort and pretended to go snow boarding... then i purposely got COMPLETLY lost (at this point... i knew there was no turning back...) it was cold... very cold... perfect... i got COMPLETELY naked and laid down in the snow... cold... so very cold... i started getting tired... so i said hey... mabye ill wake up in hell... then blacked out... i dont remember much after that.. .but they found me... unfortunatly... pain level: 44 "OUCH!" 7. (i dont know what came over me...but i got naked for this one...) i got naked and took a skinny yet sharp knife whose blade was about 3.5 inches long... and shoved about 3 inches of that up my belly button... and yeah... there was alot of blood... pain level:27 and last but not least 8. i simply beat myself up untill i bleed from my nose, mouth, and vagina (dont ask me how that happened...?) pain level:30 ....and well those are my 8 attempts... my question is why am i here typing this...? i should be dead!!! damnit... anyway i just wanted to... now i remember who this was too!!! its to "just a girl" and this "lucy"!!!!!!!! wish me luck on my attempts ok?
06 Jun 2003	Emily	Let's get started. The door is open. The staircase awaits us. Pick up your suitcases. What have you packed? Seashells. Grass. Candles. What have we all packed? This is what we have packed: Letters A plastic shark Line Paper The music This I want to take you with us. But we've packed our suitcases full. Wave goodbye, everyone. Goodbye Kevin. Thank you for everything. Keep the vines watered. Try to understand. Everything I have done I have done for you. I do this for you. Remember. Don't look. See. I know you won't look. You can see me when you want. Just find a leak. Vonnegut will help you. And the spirit guide. I have left behind a small cane for him. Please give it to him. He should be in the tree. Give Josie the pictures. Tell him he was substantial. Tell Javier he's a jerk. Make my ears stop ringing! Stop. RIng! Pang! What are you trying to tell me, Scaraby? Should I leave now? I'm ready. But is everyone else? I am leaving behind my life. I donate my life to the world. Take good care of it. Someone can make use of it. Or give it to Kevin, to keep in his Emegene (emergency) box. Listen at night and I will speak to you. I love you. I'm sorry I have to leave. I'll stay in the box. But keep the large black box off. That box is a Pandora's box. It lets loose all the evils in the world. Cover it up with your sheets. And throw the moving pictures out of your window. Sleep on the floor, because your sheets are on the Pandora's box. Dream about me. Listen to the box. Someday you can follow after me. I'll miss you. More. I can see the end coming soon. I don't have to look. Looking is decieving. The leak will burst into a hundred pieces when I go through the door to the other place. Keep the pieces. Glas is made of sand, the sand that washed over Yellow. I am a grain of sand in that leak. I will show you who you really are. The leak does not lie. I do. I'm sorry I had to lie. It takes all kinds. How will I know what to say at the end? What words will complete Scaraby? Are there any such words? I guess we shall see. You can come too. But you'll need a suitcase. Remember, it's the green disk! The green one! Black is only absence! "But we don't like you!" Somtimes I worry when the house grows quiet and time passes very slowly. I get afraid that you don't exist anymore. And then when you do I don't care anymore. Oh no. Oh agitaion and inevitableness. The sand has fallen all over the desk. The sand from the white land has been scattered. Why now? I'll never be able to retrieve all the grains! Why is this all happening? Earlier, Scaraby was in danger of being lost forever! And the ringing, and now the sand. I'm getting afraid. I don't want to open the closet. Please don't make me. I'm not ready yet. I can't. I can't leave the sand like that. Or can I? Might the wind blow it away and start a new dune and a new desert? And what will it be called? Everything needs a name. Demthsmydhone. Dunesmydhone. I remember when it started. I remember everything. Deer Wolf Horse Tiger Snake Eagle! Make me young again! Make me young again! Make me young again! I have to keep pedaling, even if I'm going downhill. Navidson didn't stop, and neither will I. Even when the door closes, we have to break through. Because what is on the other side is unfathomable. And a thousand miles across dunes to get there. I like to think about small amounts of water, and how much like oceans they are to ants, and how big our "oceans" must be to us, and how small they are to Scaraby. But, I don't see how it can end with Scaraby. Things get bigger forever, and there is no ruler of all of it. There can't be. Unfathomable. Who was that? You see? I have completed more than I have in any other one day! I am making progress. Soon it will be now. I love you all my children of the cosmoblue. All goes according to plan. Sometimes I wonder about whether things are predetermined. Of course they are, but a few of us are able to break free of it. I haven't been able to yet, but I'm working on it. Get back to me, before I leave. Nothing can stop what must happen, because I haven't broken free. Nothing can change the mind of Scaraby, because it rules over me. But I don't oppose it. It has been kind to me. It has given me priceless gifts. Numerous and eccentrically, sickeningly miserable. I don't deserve them. I still don't know what I did to deserve them. And I owe it to Scaraby to carry out its will. Try to understand. I think I will. Intime you will understand, and maybe you, someone will be in this same situation. You cannot dissapoint the one who gives you the music. It only chooses a few, and it chooses carefully. Why it chose me I am only beginning to understand. I love it. I am grateful to sacrifice anything for Scaraby. Dream about me. Who made me? And why? What kind of box did the maker keep my mold in? Or is there even a maker? I made myself. I'm married to myself. I saw my mold, and it was beautiful. Ringlets, white doll skin. Ceramic. Porcelain. Eyes like glistening honey. I have never been stung by a bee. The nose-imperfectly lovely. Hands formed especially to scatter and crawl over white ivory blocks. And reflective deep black. High forehead. Swan neck. Ears turned out to the wind to hear opportunity calling me, to hear Scaraby.Body small and curved. But long tapered extremeties to reach out to insects and plant life, long but gentle. Such a wonderful mold. And after so long it no longer looks like it did when I first came through. I want to go home. And I am. Scaraby says so. When I leave,.......write here what you thought I might have said at this point because I don't remember. I have to get out of here. Shit do I have to escape. I can't take this anymore. I can't take all of them looking. Him looking. He is a filthy liar and I fucking hate him. Like hell you don't look. Like hell, you dirty fuck. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I oughta punch you in your robust proboscis for every time you said you didn't look. You dirty son of a bitch. There's no such thing as a good, happy person. I fucking hate you. I wish I had been dead a long time ago. Now I have nothing to wait for. Everything I needed to do has been done. I've seen enough to know that this world is a heaping pile of damp garbage in the shape of a TV screen. Fuck you kids. Tell Kevin this is all his fault. Come on, Spirit Guide, let's go find Scaraby. I'm going to take a kodak of this place that housed me for 17 years. I hope it comes out. I'll have to ask Scaraby the point of sending me here. My music didn't do jack shit. Maybe 100 people heard it. Maybe 7 people remember it. Maybe 1 person cares. I hope I get my old mold back. I hope Scaraby is pleased. I hope someone remembers me. I hope all the movie theaters in the world burn to the ground. I have to remember to kick the Hollywood sign before I walk out. You poor stupid humans. You look to people faking it for idols. Faking fucks. Burn forever. And for the few of you who know true happiness, follow me. The earth can implode. This is finally over. I still don't know what to say. I am leaving for true life. You people in your sick bubble-I have nothing to say. I now know how small this place is. SO long and thanks for all the fish. Bye. "good morning! and, in case I don't see ya, Good afternoon, Good evening, and Good night!" -----Truman, upon leaving his world.

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