LMAO:D i have never tried it but i fully support it! its your life and your choice!Quote:
Originally Posted by whitekat
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LMAO:D i have never tried it but i fully support it! its your life and your choice!Quote:
Originally Posted by whitekat
200 pills? ..... sure :)Quote:
Originally Posted by madteenmind
Once I shot myself with my .22 air rifle. Docs said I only survived because the pellet ricoched off a tooth. Was I hoping to kill myself? Yes.
Would I do it again? If I felt as bad as that again, yes. Although, there are also other factors that would determine if I did it. No Im not talking about family, girlfriends, friends etc. Im too damn selfish to give a shit about all of them when Im feeling depressed.
Yup, many times, but I've grown beyond doing something so selfish....
I used to have a huge cutting problem, I have had thoughts but never did it because I care too much about my dad, and he's all I got left
I agree it is a selfish decision
I'm still depressed as fuck, but I hide it well
ya.. i took it in liquid form so it'd hit me faster & have a stronger toxicity level. it wasn't just one type of medication but several. so pills of different shapes, sizes, & color. i sat thinking for awhile before i drank it all. i came to a conclusion that this day is as good as any. a year from then, i've found out explainations but no answers to end depression. life's tough but who said it was gonna be easy, right? art & cannabis keeps me going :rasta:Quote:
Originally Posted by cannabis campbell
I'm just going to go out and say it. Suicide is for pussies. Now there are a few exceptions but killing yourself because nobody likes you or your jobs going bad or someone you know dies is being a pussy and it's being selfish. If you dont like your life than grow some balls and change it, dont end it.
i've pointed a unloaded pistol to my head, closest i casme, i was depressed and shit
I've seen and I can imagine some prety bad end-of-the-rope shit, so I can't even say you'd have to be a pussy to want to do it. I just found it a little too convenient for myself. It was a pretty real thought in my head for a bit when I pretty much figured I was living for no great and meaningfull reason, though. I was just a pile of cells walking down a street. Why delay the inevitable, eh? Fucken work for the man and if I don't like it I can move somewhere else and work for their man and even after my legs break, they'll still say i owe them money for some shit right? Then I get to sit around and get drunk all day, wow, life is so usefull... I dunno... I used to think like that... some stuff happened and I really don't notice those thoughts anymore. I get all sad and pissed for other reasons now. Dunno... Its kinda murdering yourself because you don't want o be yourself anymore or something. Still dunno... Seems like most people I see or know that talk about suicide just want everything to stop, even themselves. I can get very sad at times, but I don't want it to stop. I have a life and I might as well live it while I have the time to. I don't want to stop existing because I am sad. At least being sad is being something. I'm more afraid of not being able to think than I am of the capacity to think myself into being sad. I can always manage to find something silver to all of it. I have to look very hard and sometimes for days, but I do find it. I dunno... I don't take much comfort in being sad and I try to fix it... and I sure as hell don't get sad because of other people in my life making their own decisions and all the other shit people think they need to blame themselves for... Whatever... Suicide is gay... Maybe not a pussy's way out, but for sure the fucking nimrod's, imo.
If you're too stupid to stop being sad or do something with yourself that makes you happy, then maybe you just don't know any better. Its not a cuddly answer, but its how I really feel about the whole scene.
Either way, too bad you can't ask someone that's already done it if it was worth it gets my vote.
This thread is a very good read.
From my point of view, I think that anyone who has taken their own life misses something from the world. Whether it's the grass, the way it smells right after it starts raining, or how leather feels, it's something. To say that nothing will be missed is a lie. The world is full of so many amazing things that I could never take myself out of such a place when there is so much left to see and experience. And those experiences, I think, are also what people miss. I mean, come on, remember all those concerts you and your buddies went to, front row and moshing with so much excitement surrounding you? Or the day your child was born (if you have one that is). I think that even the slightest possibility of moments like that happening is reason enough to live every single day I have in me. Suicide is cheating yourself from what the world has to offer.