I was extremely depressed at the time and wanted to look deeper into suicide and was typing in all these different things about suicide and then this website came up and I panicked a little bit. Eventually I clicked on it and found a website full of amazing people who’re just like me…Sorry to get mushy, but I’m actually glad for once in my life because I found this site, and I love you guys. We’re like one big anonymous family.
Well, one day I was just feeling like I had nothing to do has usual, so I google-searched what I was feeling at the moment: My life has no meaning or purpose
There was a search result to a text right here, so I started reading some other posts, and I felt like: “Damn!!! I thought I was alone…”
And it was great to see how many other people around the world feel just the same way I feel…
I was trying to find the site that a friend had used before killing himself. He’d told me about how he could talk about pretty much anything there and that it’s topic was suicide.
I still haven’t found his username, so maybe this isn’t it.
The title “Too miserable to live, but too scared to die” was in my head, I still think I heard that somewhere before, but I googled it and couldn’t find anything, except for the title of a thread on here, which I read, and felt for. First day here, so I’m still just poking about.
I was searching for ‘suicide methods’ on google (after a lot other search terms in dutch and english), and I found this page. I signed up and started to read, comment and post.
Same as most people here… looking for a method got me with this site, and started reading… commented a couple of times, went away for a while to try to fix things that got me here… didn’t work, and here i am again, lol.
@Scar You seem to be very fond of hats. Are you a milliner by any chance? I’d like to have some extravagant feather-plumed hats custom made. I’ve been looking everywhere but I haven’t found any good hatters.
Sadly, I am not, though I have a great deal of hats about, some of which boast feathers. I have always abided by the dictum: Only act according to the maxim whereby you can at the same time have a great many hats to wear on your head. That has served me well yet, and I recommend to all good taste in hats as a remedy for any and all despondence.
That is very wise indeed. There’s nothing like some spiffy headgear to help chase the blues away. If you live in a house with Victorian furniture it’s even better.
I spend the most of my day in my armchair, in my silk bathrobe, before my marble fireplace, smoking a pipe carved from a three hundred foot redwood felled just for that purpose; in my study, whose walls stand abreast mahogany bookshelves broken at intervals by priceless paintings ranging from the post-pre-post modern classics such as Pier de la forte de delarouvias von spintenspit to modern de-catatonic-surreal-minamalists such as Bob Smith; in the top floor of my four-story apartment, which acts as my public respite when I’m not locked away in my castle, which peers over the tallest, gravest precipice of the Kelemen Alps; or when I’m not bunburying in the countryside under the alias T.R. Tiddywinkle — and this, I say, this I do all while wearing a very fine hat that is red and quite conical, with a little tassel coming out of the top.
@Scar You, sir, have a rather idyllic existence, I must say. My haunted mansion can’t hold a candle to your palace.
Apparently the rumour is going around that I’m a witch. Preposterous. I dyed myself green to make a statement. My hair looks like a beehive because that’s the style in Russia these days (or so I’m told). Sure, I talk to the faeries and cast spells, but that doesn’t mean I’m any common witch. I’m a witch goddess. There’s a difference.
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I came across this site one night looking for best way to kill myself. geez insomnia sucks-sorry just felt like ranting abt this
i found it by looking up ways to best kill my self with razors
Kill Self. And yes insomnia sucks!
I don’t suffer from it,(I don’t think)but i have been awake
for close to 3 and a half days now.
*Yawn*
I found this while searching for misantrophy…
i don’t recall the exact search term, but i do recall having found and read the “metanoia” page, first.
We can attribute the site’s user count, at least partially, to the fact that search engine optimization can be powerful stuff.
my keywords were, i guess, ‘my life story’, as i was desperately searching to relate my life with somebody else.
I was extremely depressed at the time and wanted to look deeper into suicide and was typing in all these different things about suicide and then this website came up and I panicked a little bit. Eventually I clicked on it and found a website full of amazing people who’re just like me…Sorry to get mushy, but I’m actually glad for once in my life because I found this site, and I love you guys. We’re like one big anonymous family.
Most of us were searching methods
Well, one day I was just feeling like I had nothing to do has usual, so I google-searched what I was feeling at the moment: My life has no meaning or purpose
There was a search result to a text right here, so I started reading some other posts, and I felt like: “Damn!!! I thought I was alone…”
And it was great to see how many other people around the world feel just the same way I feel…
autocomplete google search for ‘suicide’
I typed in suicide…..
The link came up., checked it out, I am here.
I believe there are some great people here, and we all have one thing in common…. we suffer a lot.
I believe some of us are really serious about ending it all, some want to, are too scared to do it, some not sure at all.
I believe we all enjoy each other here, learning from each other, helping each other, saving each other.
I know I can’t feel good about encouraging anyone on here to end it all.
T
I was trying to find the site that a friend had used before killing himself. He’d told me about how he could talk about pretty much anything there and that it’s topic was suicide.
I still haven’t found his username, so maybe this isn’t it.
The title “Too miserable to live, but too scared to die” was in my head, I still think I heard that somewhere before, but I googled it and couldn’t find anything, except for the title of a thread on here, which I read, and felt for. First day here, so I’m still just poking about.
I was searching for ‘suicide methods’ on google (after a lot other search terms in dutch and english), and I found this page. I signed up and started to read, comment and post.
Same as most people here… looking for a method got me with this site, and started reading… commented a couple of times, went away for a while to try to fix things that got me here… didn’t work, and here i am again, lol.
Looking for hats.
@Scar You seem to be very fond of hats. Are you a milliner by any chance? I’d like to have some extravagant feather-plumed hats custom made. I’ve been looking everywhere but I haven’t found any good hatters.
Sadly, I am not, though I have a great deal of hats about, some of which boast feathers. I have always abided by the dictum: Only act according to the maxim whereby you can at the same time have a great many hats to wear on your head. That has served me well yet, and I recommend to all good taste in hats as a remedy for any and all despondence.
That is very wise indeed. There’s nothing like some spiffy headgear to help chase the blues away. If you live in a house with Victorian furniture it’s even better.
I spend the most of my day in my armchair, in my silk bathrobe, before my marble fireplace, smoking a pipe carved from a three hundred foot redwood felled just for that purpose; in my study, whose walls stand abreast mahogany bookshelves broken at intervals by priceless paintings ranging from the post-pre-post modern classics such as Pier de la forte de delarouvias von spintenspit to modern de-catatonic-surreal-minamalists such as Bob Smith; in the top floor of my four-story apartment, which acts as my public respite when I’m not locked away in my castle, which peers over the tallest, gravest precipice of the Kelemen Alps; or when I’m not bunburying in the countryside under the alias T.R. Tiddywinkle — and this, I say, this I do all while wearing a very fine hat that is red and quite conical, with a little tassel coming out of the top.
@Scar504: Somehow that reminded me of Ron Burgundy, lol
@Scar You, sir, have a rather idyllic existence, I must say. My haunted mansion can’t hold a candle to your palace.
Apparently the rumour is going around that I’m a witch. Preposterous. I dyed myself green to make a statement. My hair looks like a beehive because that’s the style in Russia these days (or so I’m told). Sure, I talk to the faeries and cast spells, but that doesn’t mean I’m any common witch. I’m a witch goddess. There’s a difference.