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?
23 Mar 2003	depressed	Im fucking 14 and life has sucked since i was 11. i was doing well at school and then some new boy comes in and starts picking on me, im like wtf! piss off so he uses his 'money' to gain peoples respect, gets a load to bully me and shit so im like fuck, screw u all knock his fat ass out and go to a new school, which is for clever fucks which i did well but hate it, at home i get beaten by my parents and if i retaliate well im dead, then i saw a glimmer of hope.it was a game called runescape it was exellent the best thing to take my mind off it. then ive been playing for a while and my 'best' friend steals all my stuff... FUCK! that was my life! so i start again over 6 months then wen i share my stuff with people, BAM he does it again! Shall i end all now, or when im 18. All i have is music...
23 Mar 2003	libs	THe best way to commit suicide it to just get a hole of a gun.... and basically blow your brains out... but before you do, so you don't hurt people too much fake your death to see who would care. i tried this once, i took a gun and put blanks in it and then i took a pigs blood capsule and put that in the barrel. Then shoot yourself in front of your friends and if the people really freak out and like start crying then you would make an impact on them and DO NOT KILL YOURSELF FOR THE LOVE OF ALA, but if they don't cry they don't really care about you and go ahead (yeah screaming and running around doesn't mean they care, they only care if they cry) life is not that fun if you feel like shit, so have fun! peace love and empathy
21 Mar 2003	Karen	Call 911. Tell them you are going to slit your rists. Tell them your adress. Leave the phone off the hook. Go into the kitchen and slit your wrists so that you won't actually die. Scream really loud. Keep screaming, but get quieter and quieter. Make gagging sounds. When you hear sirens make no sound. When the police/medics/firemen come in slit your throat, and stab yourself while screaming threats, and promising to return and take their lives.
21 Mar 2003	Karen	Cut off your right leg with an ax. Then cut off your left leg with a chain saw. Then cut off your right arm with a bread knife. Then cut off your left arm with a butter knife. Then take two forks, stick them in your ears, and twist. Now cut off your head with a sharp rock. If this all fails you can stab yourself with a rusty telephone pole.
21 Mar 2003	Michael Mackellar	THE CORPSE WHO TRIED TO PORTRAY MERCY. ~It is Over. My life is afloat. Here i am where my soul's yearning was, where the ideas foam with elemental rage, where thoughts arise boisterously like emotions in migration, where at another season there is a stillness like the profound silence of the Dead Sea, so that no one can hear oneself speak even though the movement goes on in one's interior. There where one every instant loses and regains one's life. i belong to the Idea. When that beckons me i follow, when it appoints a tryst i await it morning and night, though it never calls at Noon. When the Idea calls i forsake everything, or rather i have nothing that would refrain from forsaking itself. i deceive nobody, i grieve no one by being faithful to the Idea, still my spirit would not become grieved by having to grieve another if that were part of the Idea. When i return home~ not the place where i belong, but the place where i live~ no one reads into my looks, no one deciphers in my countenance, no one extorts from my being an explanation which even i could not give to any other... as to whether i am blissful in gladness or despondent in madness, as to whether i have earned this Loss or Gain of life. That chalice of inebriation is again awaiting before me. Already i exhale its fragrance, already i am sensible of its sweetly insensible music... but first a libation to Her who saved a soul which sat for so long in the solitude of despair. Hail to Feminine magnanimity! Long life to the far-flung flight of Thought, to moral danger in the service of the Idea! Hail to the dangerous dance within the vortex of the Infinite! Hail to our histrionic existence! Hail to that breaking wave which drowned me within my own abyss! And Hail to the breaking wave which shall hurl us up among the Stars!!
21 Mar 2003	Jessie Dunaway	Don't kill yourself, you are only thirteen!! Ya, life right now may suck, but it will get better. Don't be stupid!! Down deep no one wants to die. suicide is not the answer! You may just need someone to talk to. If you are desperate someone on the internet would even work. Suicide is the answer. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't screw it up because you are scared of a challenge.
21 Mar 2003	LAUREN	FUCK THAT! I took a bottle of tylenol you shit face, and guess what, i'm still here! You wanna know what this site is... it's a way for us fucking manic depressives to take our shit out. If you don't like it then don't read this shit
20 Mar 2003	SmallTown,MN	I'm 15 years old i live in small town usa i guess u would call it that i have a lot of friends but they all make me mad. i don't know why i wanna kill myself i just know that i'm sick of living and i don't wanna wake up tomorow. i'm sick of school and of sports i just wanna die
20 Mar 2003	Lucy Cortina	Idiot - I've never been serious about killing MYself, I dunno about the others. But if I need to read another post like yours, I probably will be.
18 Mar 2003	Sia Aryai--mackellar@cottonboll.com	.REFLECTIONS OF A YOUNG WOMAN WITHIN THE REACH OF BALANCE. i am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye should mourn; i never caused a thought of gloom, a smile of joy since i was borne. In secret pleasure, secret tears, this changlings life has slipped away; as friendless after twenty years, as lone as on my natal day. There have been times i could not face there have been times when this was drear when my sad soul forgot its place and longed for one to Love me here. But those were in the early glow of feelings since subdued by care, and they have died so long ago; these rotted clothes which i still wear. First melted off the hope of youth, then fancy's rainbow soon withdrew, and then experience told me truth in mortal bosoms rarely grew. 'Twas grief enough to think mankind so hollow, servile, insincere... but worse to trust to my own mind and find the same corruption here. ~E.B.
18 Mar 2003	philippe	euu.. le pragmatique dit: du ritalin pour la vie de tous les jours et l'école.
15 Mar 2003	julie	I think this is stupid... what if kids really want to kill themselves and they do these stupid things... then how are you going to feel??
15 Mar 2003	greg	jumping off a cliff
14 Mar 2003	Inostus Mackellar	TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH AN UNBURIED EYE one second burns for a billion years/and time is relative/and light is physical/we feel your body/we feed your feelings/we see the eye of god blink through the citadel/and in your hands time was made/and through our breathing we'll erase it/and you can see forever/before love and hate/as space is lost/behind the universe/and in your mind hell was made/and through our breeding/we'll populate it/and you can feel forever/before faith and fear/and we will fall right through the walls/of this place where we are chained/right into the open mouth of the great annihilator...///... ~m.gira
14 Mar 2003	Michael Mackellar	SYMPARANECROMENIAN CATASTROPHES. VOL.4 ~THE DARKROOM SEARCH~ They say that Love makes us blind, and by this they explain the phenomenon. In case a man going into a darkening room to fetch something were to reply to my advice that he carry a torch by saying, "The Thing i am seeking is only a mere trifle, therefore i wield no torch." ...Ah, then i could understand him quite perfectly. On the other hand, when the same man takes me aside and confides to me in a mysterious manner that the thing he went to fetch was of unutterably remarkable importance, and therefore he could manage to do it blindly... i wonder how my poor mortal head might be able to follow the high flight of his speech. Even if only for fear of offending him i might refrain from laughter, as soon as his back was turned my head would explode with it. But at Love... Nobody laughs. Save the Gods. ~Pray your Gods who hold you by your Fear/for they are quick and ruthless punishers/Or lay upon my alter now your Love/i fear my Time is short/there are Armies moving close/be Quick, My Love. Is it that we Fear the Pain of death... or could it be we Fear the Joy of Life??
14 Mar 2003	Anti-Climaxicus	What is with all the... marvelously insightless email messages from David Still?? Being in possession of so magically vague a sense of dialect; such an exhalted degree of insensibility... Surely He basks within some rare strain of mutant-contemporal evolution of Mind, which we "common discontents" dare only Dream about. David Still should certainly be revered! ~And so He shall... My very own personal Disjecta Membrae Still-Life Dia!! Some people say he has a death wish trouble is he is Dying to agree Let's not ask too many questions it has nothing to do with you or me He remembers a time where even going home was sweet... Now he can't feel the ground under his feet Inside the dresser by the window Something he hides beside the bed Living in oblivion can't be easy some things are better left unsaid He remembers a time before the Vacance got so deep... Where he found far more safe to Sleep. Hormonally Yours, Mackellar
13 Mar 2003	Siobhan Fahey	Of all the varieties of deception, self-deception is the most pervasive and the most difficult to recognize... Especially when we are within the thrall of some doctrine which is obviously "humane."
12 Mar 2003	Ignatius Mackellar	i'm not precisely certain about this, but i'm still willing to feel that i may have seen Ntozake Shange at the local low-Art depository yesterday. Needless to say, i didn't say a word to her... though i did manage to wave from a corner of my mind. But, as of course, She wasn't looking at Time. "Towards a Unified Reality" may become the title for my first published work of fiction. Having already discovered 4 publishers who have quite politely critiqued my writing as being enormously infantile, the once questioned faith in my writing ability has been renewed. Perhaps the insistence on hand writing the first edition, then having photocopies of each page bound together and set for retail without the slightest frill... Perhaps this is a very insipid insistence. Within addition to that insipidity, i've demanded that my first work of non-fiction, "Towards a Unified Surreality", be simultaneously published. Tristan Tzara is the person i really need to get in touch with. He could surely make light of the reason behind all this... recession. Marcella Detroit is a Goddess!!
12 Mar 2003	dave	hang yourself
11 Mar 2003	Michael Mackellar	MY PULSAR ~WOW!! i read about Pulsars this morning (also referred to as spinning, magnetic-neutron stars). My birthstar may be one of these instead of the Blackhole i felt it must have been when i was little. Did you know the magnetic field of My Pulsar is about 100 billion times as strong as the magnetic field of the Earth?? Actually, i'm exaggerating a bit. It is only 1 billion times as strong. Most pulsars spin once every second or so; the slowest has a period of about 4 seconds, but the fastest yet discovered (which happens to be mine) spins on its axis more than 600 million times a second. Actually, i've just caught myself exaggerating again. It is only 600 times a second, but we're working on making it more impressive. Imagine a ball of stuff the size of Lucy Cortina's left... Novelty, yet containing as much mass as our Sun, spinning once every 1.6 milliseconds and there you'll have some idea just what My Pulsar is like... ...Once again i've managed to exaggerate the facts and for that you have my apologies. You would only have to imagine a ball of stuff the size of Mt Everest... nothing so immeasurably gigantic as the aforementioned... Novelty. By the bye, Roger Blandford, of Caltech, has estimated that there may be more than 100 million isolated blackholes across our Milky Way galaxy... and that the nearest one may indeed be much further away than we'd all like to hope it could be.

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