*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 head 99.0% 1.7 […]
Had doctor appointment today.
Got the Amitryptaline increased from 75 to 100.
The doctor did the usual cover-your-butt questions, including “Have you had any suicidal thoughts?”
I shook my head as if to say “No, of course not, what a silly thing to ask.”
Because only a fool would say “As a matter of fact, YES! Hahahha! Funny you should mention that! I was just waiting for you to ask! Here’s a song I wrote that I’d like played at my funeral! Do you like it? Does it need more cello?”
Lately I can’t stop feeling like this world is such a difficult place to be in. Obviously, it is, for like 90% of people. But, when I say it, I think so deeply about it. The overpopulation, unemployment, homelessness- so many good and intelligent people with no place to sleep, let alone work. And then I am here. Not necessarily privileged, but certainly more than many, having had a good education, enough money, and a place to live. Is that fair? Do I deserve what so many people could only dream to have.
I complain about this life, my life, and I can’t stop the misery I get […]
I think I have the flu. Last night at work which was a horrible night in itself I started to feel weak tired headachy and sore. Kept having to sit down. Felt like I was burning up, later on found a thermometer and at 100.7 I definitely confirmed my suspicions. My mood took a hard crash in the meanwhile, feeling overly hopeless. I slept on and off for most of the past day, about to go back to sleep again. I am too tired to feel much of anything right now. I’ve only been awake because the animals gotta eat and I finally felt hungry […]
How much suicidal are you?
Rate 10% to 100%
(10% for least and 100% most)
At first, I unfriended him from facebook, and that hurt. And it’s not that I don’t want to be friends with him. It’s that it hurts too much that I can be so easily replaced and forgotten. But then I deactivated my page. He won’t notice I’m gone. After almost a year and always giving him everything, I don’t fucking matter at all. All that fucking matters to him is someone being under 100 lbs when he’s 300 lbs himself.
I want to fucking kill myself. Half because of him and knowing I’ll always be alone and half because I’m embarrassed to be so fucking ugly […]
Really had enough life isn’t for everyone and I’m one of them people I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on life don’t get better should have killed my self last May but my attempt wasn’t that great I’m scared of heights which is 100% and hanging ain’t really my thing so il left with 3 options wrist throat or OD I’m not sure when im planning on trying again but things ain’t getting better and I can’t take the emotional pain no more
Happy Leap Day
Well, today is an oddball for sure. I think there’s even a leap second or something to go with the leap day, but I’m not 100% sure about that.
Anyway, speaking of leaping things, I wish I could leap. Over this fucking wall of depression. I’m sure many feel similar.
Fuck.
I’ve been having more suicidal thoughts than usual lately, and I’ve actually been thinking of ways I would want to go if I ever decide to off myself. Cutting isn’t an option; I’m too scared to harm myself, plus that would be extremely painful and messy. Hanging myself is off the table too, since I’d probably never work up enough nerve. My thoughts have been drifting towards drowning more often than not. I think that would be the best way to go for me. Although, I am terrified of the ocean/any body of water, I think I could make an exception. It would be easier […]
It comes to my mind occasionally, the prospect of waking up in a hospital following a suicide attempt.
It scares me. It unleashes a new fear of doubt and uncertainty: the question of, “what if?”
What if the rope doesn’t work, then what? Or the pills? What if the bullet misses, or the height is too short? That the bag doesn’t work, or that the blood doesn’t flow? Then what? You wake up.
The simple thought of waking up the next day alive is unbearable.
The shame and guilt and hopelessness, anger, ALL negative feelings, how can you bear it?
I want to know if there are people out there […]
Life right now has officially hit a boiling point that’s too hot; I’m melting away. My focus throughout the days now are shot, I’m more robotic in movement and speech than ever before. Just today at work I couldn’t talk to anyone, it just felt too heavy on my throat to speak (I’m more introverted). Then what would I gain talking about insignificant topics like, “So and so’s wedding went wrong,” or, “Real Housewives…” Sorry, I’m being bias but that stuff doesn’t interest me.
And then just today I fucked up on the biggest thing: I have no idea where I want to live anymore. […]
It’s a cold autumn morning, early in May, and we were making our way into a rural township some five klicks from the nearest checkpoint. Just the five of us trekking through a treeline and making haste for a derelict well. One of the guys fixed eyes on a silhouette sat beside a bucket; they were within speaking distance:
“Hello there. Can you hear me?”
The silhouette remained still. We surrounded them from both flanks as I moved forward and approached them. It was a girl no older than nine, wearing a mossy green overcoat and gumboots, with her hands bound together — an ANZAC poppy sat […]
There’s so much sad shit on here , so I thought to change it up a bit. Well here is some cool facts about me.
1. I’m related to Edgar Allen Poe . He’s actually one of my favorite writers . Before I knew I was related to him I would have nightmares about him. It was a little weird. Maybe he secretly knew we were family .
2. I have the same birthday as Neil Armstrong . August 5th, 1997. Yeah I’m a late 90s kid. How cool…
3. My grandma helped hide Jews in her home in Copenhagen Denmark during ww2. It was one of the […]
Are there any other ways to escape? Escape reality, and forget all this bullshit? I usually just sleep, but that’s not 100% enough, cause I wake up then can’t go back to sleep. I used to just watch videos but my phone is to slow, and if I keep going on my phone this much I’ll become legally blind. What other ways do you escape reality and forget about everything? I’m just trying to run away from my feelings. That’s all I can do at this point.
Just a few moments ago, I had a dream. In this dream I was in a canyon walking aimlessly, the weather conditions were rain and lightning. I saw another person, I did not know who this individual was. Anyways he was around 100 feet from where I was and he jumped, I did not bother to save him as I was paralyzed by the sight of him jumping off the cliff. When I got to his exact location blood was everywhere, I looked into his wallet I found nothing but a suicide note in the dollar compartment……… I got extremely pissed off to the point […]
Last night I got so incredibly drunk.
I was so drunk. I haven’t gotten like that in a while .
i still feel the aftermath now . And I’m going to work I feel like absolute shit .
but last night I was driving home an I wanted to go 100 mph and crash my car into something . I was so sad.
i get so angry and confused and sad.
im going crazy. I’m so tired
Because they don’t make memes that say “I’m single because I’m holding out for a perfect 10 under 100 lbs with 0% body fat that’s super gorgeous that every man would die for and I want her to agree with me on everything and be open to swinging but otherwise never cheat on me.”
Yes he posted that meme and he posts tons of others like it.
I feel like I’m being a fake person. Now that I’ve started to do my work, trying to focus more and do what is “expected” of me. I go to class, I do my homework. The problem is, I’m not 100% into it. No matter what I’m doing, I find myself wondering why I even bother doing anything. I feel like it’s too late to bring my grades up (it’s past midterms) and I’m failing two out of four classes as a junior college student. I don’t know how to come back from that. I’m scared to talk to my professors about it because I’m […]
I was wondering what would happen if I were to swallow 100 advil and take them one by one.
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