Fun & Interesting

For non-suicidal topics that are fun, entertaining or informative.


The Founder(s) of The Suicide Project? What’s The Story?

Is he, she, they, it around? I’ve lurked in here for a number of years and never really wondered about it. What is the story behind the “project”..? Can anybody share, does anyone know?


We are not alone

  January 24th, 2017 by lxmyrick

Hey SP members, I found a song online and I wanted to share it.  This song means something else compared to what most people think, but we can relate to it.  It is about we are are not alone and we have someone to get support, for it can be a friend to any of us for help because we all understand each other and can help each other.  Just remember, when you are in a dark time, there is someone there for you.


I am one voice and I am singing

I am one voice and I am singing

I am one voice and I am singing

I …


Frustrating. When Life Keeps Betraying You Even After Death. “A Ballad of Life: Aram Niakan’s Suicide Story.”

It’s a slap on the face. It’s fu*king insulting how some unfortunate ones are screwed over in death, just as they were in life. There are so many places/countries where they don’t give a rat’s ass for somebody’s last will that it’s enraging..!


Such a Lonely Day… Should be Banned.

“Such a lonely day. And it’s mine.” For crying out loud. Literally. It’s barely past noon and I’m sinking within me again. Hadn’t felt like this in a couple of weeks and here it goes again. It’s come to the point where I guess I must accept the fact that I struggling with depressive episodes… […]


My Story

  January 14th, 2017 by 90Grayson

Hello everyone, my name is Daniel, and I think I’m going to commit suicide very shortly, I want to anyways, not sure if I will though, since things in life change so much, but I hope that moment arrives in a week or two. I don’t know where to start, I’m done trying to figure out why I’m like this, why I have suicidal thoughts, why I cut myself, why I feel so much pain all the time. It sucks, it really sucks to be this way, I don’t believe in destiny, but I cannot avoid feeling like I am trapped, and have absolutely no …


Death Need Not Be a Sad Thing

Ok, so yes we all know why we are here on TSP. One way or another, we’re all SPians. But if you were to go (and we all will someday) but had the time and opportunity to give your departure a funny or humorous twist, what would that be? You know, you get the last […]


What Does It Mean To Be Happy?

  December 30th, 2016 by kellinandrew

I know others have it worse off than I do. But does this mean I cannot grieve over my own life. I know this makes me sound bad, but just because one has it worse off than the other does not mean you cannot be sad about your own life. 

What does it mean to be happy? Is it the love I see when I look at the only person who loves me? Or is it the disgust I get when I gaze upon my broken mother and distant brother. 

My friends have long since


Kinda Weird

  December 16th, 2016 by thewolf56

It’s weird


There is absolutely no reason for me to be sad. I live a blessed live. I was born into a great family. I have a great girlfriend. I’m a very talented individual and excel in most categories. I don’t have any friends other than her but that’s okay because I work all hours of the week instead and I enjoy the work I do. Just anytime I get home, anytime any negative thing happens to me, I put a barrel in my mouth. I started doing it when I was about 8 years old. I would have a bad day at school and I …


Dear Ex,

  December 13th, 2016 by omghella

*gets on soap-box*

We were in love and I dropped you like a hot tamale. I didn’t even give you a good reason. I just left. And you don’t even appear to fucking care. Do you still like me? Do you hate me? You roll your eyes when you see me hugging my new friend in the hallway, but you still like my photos on Instagram. You find every excuse to text me but you passive aggressively tweet that you hate me… and then you delete it because you feel bad and text me that you’re sorry and want my forgiveness. Do you want my attention …


Actual Heartache

  December 10th, 2016 by EyeOfHorus

I wake up with the notion that maybe you still love me. I know it’s not true. It’s been weeks, no, months, actually, I don’t even remember, it’s felt like a lifetime. Everyday without you in my life is an eternity spent in the company of misery. You were the bow to my strings, the stars to my night sky. Without you, I’m nothing. Without anything, what reason is there to stay? I remember your scars, the pattern of your iris, the smell of your hair. I remember holding you under the bright lights, crying, promising nothing could ever drive us apart. I remember the …


I Feel Like Dreaming While I’m Awake, But Awake and Comfortable While Asleep… What is This?

I re-read this comment I made while replying to The Last Snorlax on another post, and suddenly realized how much sense it made. And just like that, Sala Samobójców (aka. Suicide Room, 2011) came to mind, not sure why. Can you help me reason this? I mean the lyrics and theme don’t really match my […]


Do You Ever Go to Bed, Sleep For Hours, and Wake Up as If You’d Only Blinked?

It’s strange sometimes. How you can go to bed with a thought, a feeling, a sensation of sorts, and then you fall asleep for a few hours, 9 hours, or more… Yet as soon as you open your eyes it instantly is all there. The same thought, feeling, sensation, as if you only blinked while […]



  December 5th, 2016 by Nico The Robot

Nico here.

I’ve grown too lazy to put Day __ so I’m putting numbers only instead. I.. I relapsed and cut myself. It stings but, I missed it. Charming knows but she’s not disappointed in me. At least that’s what she says. The cuts are on my thighs now, since in my culinary class I have to roll up my sleeves. I have friends like me there too, and I notice how some people stare at their arms cause of their scars. I don’t want to go through that.

They’re healing, but I feel like I’m gonna do it again soon. My parents just keep making me …


Hello! New-ish here… Do You Ever Wonder?

Actually, I’ve been a lurker for the longest time. On and off. Never posted before though. I don’t think I’ve ever been actually the text book definition of suicidal, but I wonder about death (and life) a lot. The last time I had been on here was about 2 years ago. So today when I […]


Last Hope Vanished – I was Born, Shaped, and MOLDED by the DARK!!!

  December 1st, 2016 by silverComplex

I was doing Carbon Monoxide in a sealed tent underground… I was just passing out and I crawled out and realized looking at the sunset… I want to live as much as I want to die… In other words, when life gets fucking hard I want to die as much I want to fucking live!! I fucking screamed and broke down. Every muscle in me was aching was saying what’s the point? Every muscle in my fucking body was telling me to stop. Every in me was telling me to stop and give up. And I said I can fucking do it… I know there is …


For those that need someone to talk to….

  December 1st, 2016 by HDs

Hello to all,

I don’t pretend to know anyone’s situation or desire to end their life. What I do know is that I have lost many close friends to suicide and that during several low points in my life I have tried to kill myself at least a half a dozen times.  These were not cries for help on my end, and I totally went for it with the most purpose driven determination possible.  One such attempt put me in a coma for several weeks.

So I can definitely offer advice, empathy, and even sympathy to anyone who may need someone to talk to.  I don’t and …


How To Kill Yourself

  December 1st, 2016 by xxcora

*This isn’t a step by step tutorial or anything it’s just statistics and scientific things you may want to know before you end it all.

  • Lethality: How likely is the method to cause death (where 0% is no chance, and 100% is absolute certainty)
  • Time: An opinion on the length of time the method will require to produce death
  • Agony: The amount of physical pain and discomfort you would expect from the use of the particular method (ranked on scale of 0 to 100 where 0 is no pain/discomfort and 100 is the most pain/discomfort possible)

Rank                 Method Name               Lethality (%)           Time (min)     Agony

1                       Shotgun to …


The Internet.

  December 1st, 2016 by xxcora

The Internet.

What a strange place.

What a dangerous place.

You can find literally anything on the internet and I mean anything. All it takes is a simple google search and *poof* over thousands of pages pop up on your computer. I’ve been suicidal for quite some time now and have done hours and hours of research on what’s the best way to kill myself, and it’s amazing that it was so simple for me to find not only methods but how, when, even where to do it. Hell, I’m pretty sure I could google “Where to hide a dead body” and I would get at least a few …


Approaching Old Vibes

  November 20th, 2016 by away

A few Christmases ago, my mother connected the speakers of the family computer to an iTunes radio station that played Christmas-themed jazz 24/7. This was back when I used to sit at the desktop computer playing games and whatnot all the time, meaning that the music played right beside me. I’ve always enjoyed the genre, so I didn’t mind it.

What I didn’t realise is the atmosphere which that music created. It was depressing, the weather was depressing, my life of being on the computer incessantly was depressing; it was just a sad but unique ambience. I remember the songs distantly rocking in the air around …


Does this make sense?

  November 15th, 2016 by Lawli

I’m just doing some creative writing for school, This is the intro, do you think it makes sense? I don’t know, I think it kinda sounds like poetry in a way, not that it matters.

She said the reason she lives is because of her children, he said he live because of his family, they said they have goals. I wonder; If I asked you ‘who do you think I’m talking about’ how many people would yo be thinking off? I bet you can think of a lot of people. That’s because we’re all the same, all of us, exactly the same. Each one of us …