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(in response to a reply, this thread by no means is meant to encourage the idea of suicide. In all reality if some one really wants to die there is nothing anyone can do to stop them from completing the task. However, for those of us who have tried and failed it's just something to do if you feel like sharing your story.)
Well if this thread already exists my apologies. If not, then, if you've tried to kill yourself tell us how and what happened. How'd it go, what was interesting, anything really?
Anyway mine is lame. Took a fair amount of tylenol. didn't eat anything the whole day so that my stomache would be empty and absorb the pills quicker. My plan was to chew the pills in my mouth before swolling to quicken the death process even more, but the taste was awfull so i said screw it and just swallowed the whole lot. It was quite difficult and ****... a lot of pills. every time i took a new handfull i couldn't beleive i was actually finnaly doing it and it was the end. i chickened out halfway through and tried to induce vommitting but that failed so i said to myself don't be pussy just finish it you have no choice... which i don't really but i'm a pussy and still alive... so finished swallowing the pills... and decided to talk to my close friend as long as i could before i left. i mostly just listened to him talk. i started getting weaker and weaker and my head start hurting and finnaly i had to let him go... somehow i think he knew what i had done and i felt reallly guilty for leaving him behind... then i finnaly fell asleep...
then i ******* woke up with the most severely upset stomache ever. if i didn't move it was fine but when i moved it got worse and of course i was impatient that i wasn't dead yet and decided to move to light a cigarette and after the second drag culdn't hold it down anymore and started invouluntaralily spewing white crap everywhere. realized i messed it up and i was a pussy and stumbled into the parents room (yup loser) vommitting all over the place LOL... so yeah... it was funny my father was all embarassed about what the neighbors would think and didn't want to call an ambulance and just drive me to the hospital... so i'm just sitting there all half dying and very weak... then ambulance people come and talk real loud and act all super concerned and pissed at you for having the guts to try and find a way out while they have succesffull bullshit lives that culdn't comprehend why anyone would want to die... lol god they yell at you and treat you like dirt lol it's so funny lol... it's like the scorning lol.... lol i enjoyed the whole **** thing tho... so yeah then for 3 days people had to sit in my room to make sure i didn't kill myself on hospital watch so i just talked with those people and had fun being taken care of then... one of those inpatient places... then they tried to get me to sign papers to admit me to a state hospital indefinately which i didn't sign...
so moral of the story, if you want to die, do it right and don't fear the reaper. If you do fresia up and find your not dead and heading to the hospital in an ambulance do NOT sign the papers if they try to admit you. they can hold you for a while, but if you sign they can keep you as long as you like and trust me. there is something worse then death, it's called prison or a mental ward full of lost souls and shattered minds which is prolly where i will end up unless i get the guts to finish what i started, but for not i'm enjoying the simple joys of just existing as long as i can. so that's my story hope some of you have some better stuff.
Well if this thread already exists my apologies. If not, then, if you've tried to kill yourself tell us how and what happened. How'd it go, what was interesting, anything really?
Anyway mine is lame. Took a fair amount of tylenol. didn't eat anything the whole day so that my stomache would be empty and absorb the pills quicker. My plan was to chew the pills in my mouth before swolling to quicken the death process even more, but the taste was awfull so i said screw it and just swallowed the whole lot. It was quite difficult and ****... a lot of pills. every time i took a new handfull i couldn't beleive i was actually finnaly doing it and it was the end. i chickened out halfway through and tried to induce vommitting but that failed so i said to myself don't be pussy just finish it you have no choice... which i don't really but i'm a pussy and still alive... so finished swallowing the pills... and decided to talk to my close friend as long as i could before i left. i mostly just listened to him talk. i started getting weaker and weaker and my head start hurting and finnaly i had to let him go... somehow i think he knew what i had done and i felt reallly guilty for leaving him behind... then i finnaly fell asleep...
then i ******* woke up with the most severely upset stomache ever. if i didn't move it was fine but when i moved it got worse and of course i was impatient that i wasn't dead yet and decided to move to light a cigarette and after the second drag culdn't hold it down anymore and started invouluntaralily spewing white crap everywhere. realized i messed it up and i was a pussy and stumbled into the parents room (yup loser) vommitting all over the place LOL... so yeah... it was funny my father was all embarassed about what the neighbors would think and didn't want to call an ambulance and just drive me to the hospital... so i'm just sitting there all half dying and very weak... then ambulance people come and talk real loud and act all super concerned and pissed at you for having the guts to try and find a way out while they have succesffull bullshit lives that culdn't comprehend why anyone would want to die... lol god they yell at you and treat you like dirt lol it's so funny lol... it's like the scorning lol.... lol i enjoyed the whole **** thing tho... so yeah then for 3 days people had to sit in my room to make sure i didn't kill myself on hospital watch so i just talked with those people and had fun being taken care of then... one of those inpatient places... then they tried to get me to sign papers to admit me to a state hospital indefinately which i didn't sign...
so moral of the story, if you want to die, do it right and don't fear the reaper. If you do fresia up and find your not dead and heading to the hospital in an ambulance do NOT sign the papers if they try to admit you. they can hold you for a while, but if you sign they can keep you as long as you like and trust me. there is something worse then death, it's called prison or a mental ward full of lost souls and shattered minds which is prolly where i will end up unless i get the guts to finish what i started, but for not i'm enjoying the simple joys of just existing as long as i can. so that's my story hope some of you have some better stuff.