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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:42 am
Colts faithless well if i killed myself.. i probably wouldn't know what to think cause you know being dead and all .. not much thought process goin on there =/
Lol, true that. But technically, I'm not asking you to think about it...I am asking you to elaborate a story about you death and how youd commit suicide.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:49 am
simples i Probably get really ******** up overdose or walk in front of a die
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:00 am
What I would probly do is grab my dagger in the shape of a dragon, get in my convertable, and put the dagger on the headboard (that's what it's called, right?) at a perfect angle of facing me. Then I'd take off down the freeway speeding as fast as my baby can go. Once I get the car to top-speed, the cops would most likely be on my tail by then. Knowing how cops love their barricade tactics, they would most likely set one up to try to get me to stop for it. But instead of stopping, I'd go straight into one of the barricade cars, crashing into it. The crash would send me towards the windshield, and (most likely) the airbag will stop that. But the dagger would come back towards me and pop the airbag (if it was inflated by that split-second) and head straight into my chest, throat, or open mouth. Thus letting me go out with a style that will remain a legend in my town for many years to come!
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:44 pm
I'd pick one last huge fight with the once love of my life over the phone. I'd tell him how I love him and still want him back and then ask him if he still cares at all. He'd say no,he always does. With zero emotion he'll hang up. (Thing is I know he still loves me,he's cried to his friends about missing me....long story,not needed) I'd call back four or five time (He never answers after a fight even as small and not really a fight as that one) I'll leave a message saying good-bye. I'd tell him that I will always love him,even in death. I'll tell him that I forgive him for everything he put me through,the cheating on me....everything. I'll read him the poem I wrote for him the night he proposed to me (the time he ment it.) And let him know he should have seen this coming and hang up. He won't get the message till he comes to school the next morning, when I'm not there he'll know somethings wrong (I'm always there) He'll wait till at least our third class before he goes to the hall to check his cell phone for messages,he'll hear it and think its me just being dramatic,but deep down inside he'll know I really did it this time. It'll eat at his mind until he gets home and goes to my house,to find that I'm not there. Then panic will start to consume him. He'll call everyone trying to find me. Then he'll walk to the cemetary by my house,looking for me...knowing that when I'm upset I sit under the trees,hidden from my probloms,and write. He'll think I just fell asleep after calling him,but he's just making up excuses. On one of the trees he'll find 'You did this to me,and still I forgive and love you evermore'
carved into a willow tree,my favorite one.His engagement ring hung on one of the branches with a black ribbon. He'll find me under it with my peotry Journal,a new peom written just for him,signed 'I love you' in my own blood. I'll be laying there having OD'd on the same medication that he got himself attactched to and thought was more important than me. The thing that tore us apart and made me so worried for him would be the thing that killed me. He would feel guilty knowing he still loved me but was to much of a heartless b*****d to even look at me most of the time. He'll wish he had paid a little more attention to me and stopped the lies. He'll quit the stupid things like the drugs he's doing and he'll make someone happy and learn from his past mistakes. And I'll eventually rest in Peace knowing I helped him because since I met him thats all I ever wanted to do.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 3:13 pm
I'd probably, for reason's regarding practicality & likelyhood of "success", acquire a massive amount of Heroin or a similar, potent opiate, & sometime in the middle of the night shoot it all up at once, &, if I didn't become unconcious in the following 10 seconds, just lay down & wait to die.
People probably would not be able to figure out whether it was a suicide or an accidental overdose; I feel that there's a good chance that, if I were to do that, it would be "officially regarded" as an accidental overdose.
& that's fine with me. A little mystery is always nice wink
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:27 am
-[From the song "Happy Birthday" by The Birthday Massacre. Extended version.]- Quote: The door opened the first of the guests arriving. A sea of black and white blended together. The guests not showing their faces, wearing masks of pure white. I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps." “Hmm. It’ll begin soon, don’t worry.” I wore my black and white dress to the “Let’s start it. Now. Everyone is here, the party has been in full swing for a while now,” He said quietly, whispering in my ears. birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday Many didn’t know what had hit them, falling to the ground. Many more didn’t even know that anything was wrong. Drugs in the beverages work so well. The knives made I wore my black and white dress The sea of black and white turn into one of red and stained black. So many more to kill… so… many… I went behind a female who was dancing on the verge of passing out from the poison. I think my friend said "Stick it in the back of her head." I did so. It made the job so much easier. The mess was even more enjoyable. Three girls were sitting on the couch, three of the last few. We both approached them. I think my friend said "Two of them are sisters." I looked at him and gave a small smile. We both plunged the knives into the two sisters at the same time. I left the last girl for him. I quickly took care of the rest. "I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said "I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said “Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday happy birt Then we wished them all a happy birthday hday.” “That’s all of them,” he said. He quietly sighed and started to We kissed them all goodnight. kiss them all, taking off their masks first.. I started to do so as well. My favourites were the ones with still wet blood on their lips. Soaking my face in their tender life fluid. I laughed, the dry blood from noses tickled. I couldn’t help it. I love them all so much. Now he chases me to my room, “Run. Run my l chases me to my room, chases me ove.” I did. I ran straight to my room where it would all In my black and red dress come together. I grabbed the doorknob and glanced behind me. He was charging up the stairs, a new knife in hand. It was quite a lovely sight. Inside my room was a camera and a chair with ropes. The red satin sheets were underneath it. The bed pushed into my storage room. The walls covered only by a deep red paint. I think my friend said "Don't forget the video." “I won’t darling. I can’t forget something that important.” I slid a tape into the camera. I then sat in the chair. He came and started doing up the ropes on it, tying me tightly to the chair. Blood came from my arms. It felt so right… so… ri I think my friend said "Don't forget to smile." He slowly began to left the mask off my face. I smiled into the camera. He walked towards the camera and turned it on. He took the knif "You're a murder tramp, murder tramp", I think he said e and slowly began to slit my throat. I could hear it ringing in my ears. How can I still think when I’m dedyinged? I can slowly fell the life draining from me. All I can do is… say my last wo "You're a murder boy, birthday boy", I think I said rds before I die and before he too takes his life. To be forever be known in history… as… murder tramp birthday boy
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:32 am
I'd leave a note that said ******** you and slit my wrists...
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:33 pm
Colts faithless simples i Probably get really ******** up overdose or walk in front of a die =/
"Oh come on! Don't you want your last and final moments to rock?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:36 pm
TheDyingMessiah What I would probly do is grab my dagger in the shape of a dragon, get in my convertable, and put the dagger on the headboard (that's what it's called, right?) at a perfect angle of facing me. Then I'd take off down the freeway speeding as fast as my baby can go. Once I get the car to top-speed, the cops would most likely be on my tail by then. Knowing how cops love their barricade tactics, they would most likely set one up to try to get me to stop for it. But instead of stopping, I'd go straight into one of the barricade cars, crashing into it. The crash would send me towards the windshield, and (most likely) the airbag will stop that. But the dagger would come back towards me and pop the airbag (if it was inflated by that split-second) and head straight into my chest, throat, or open mouth. Thus letting me go out with a style that will remain a legend in my town for many years to come!
So many ifs...You need a backup plan.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:41 pm
X_X_zero_X_X I'd pick one last huge fight with the once love of my life over the phone. I'd tell him how I love him and still want him back and then ask him if he still cares at all. He'd say no,he always does. With zero emotion he'll hang up. (Thing is I know he still loves me,he's cried to his friends about missing me....long story,not needed) I'd call back four or five time (He never answers after a fight even as small and not really a fight as that one) I'll leave a message saying good-bye. I'd tell him that I will always love him,even in death. I'll tell him that I forgive him for everything he put me through,the cheating on me....everything. I'll read him the poem I wrote for him the night he proposed to me (the time he ment it.) And let him know he should have seen this coming and hang up. He won't get the message till he comes to school the next morning, when I'm not there he'll know somethings wrong (I'm always there) He'll wait till at least our third class before he goes to the hall to check his cell phone for messages,he'll hear it and think its me just being dramatic,but deep down inside he'll know I really did it this time. It'll eat at his mind until he gets home and goes to my house,to find that I'm not there. Then panic will start to consume him. He'll call everyone trying to find me. Then he'll walk to the cemetary by my house,looking for me...knowing that when I'm upset I sit under the trees,hidden from my probloms,and write. He'll think I just fell asleep after calling him,but he's just making up excuses. On one of the trees he'll find 'You did this to me,and still I forgive and love you evermore' carved into a willow tree,my favorite one.His engagement ring hung on one of the branches with a black ribbon. He'll find me under it with my peotry Journal,a new peom written just for him,signed 'I love you' in my own blood. I'll be laying there having OD'd on the same medication that he got himself attactched to and thought was more important than me. The thing that tore us apart and made me so worried for him would be the thing that killed me. He would feel guilty knowing he still loved me but was to much of a heartless b*****d to even look at me most of the time. He'll wish he had paid a little more attention to me and stopped the lies. He'll quit the stupid things like the drugs he's doing and he'll make someone happy and learn from his past mistakes. And I'll eventually rest in Peace knowing I helped him because since I met him thats all I ever wanted to do.
Ah! A romantic tragedy...I love these.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:43 pm
StarryDynamo I'd probably, for reason's regarding practicality & likelyhood of "success", acquire a massive amount of Heroin or a similar, potent opiate, & sometime in the middle of the night shoot it all up at once, &, if I didn't become unconcious in the following 10 seconds, just lay down & wait to die. People probably would not be able to figure out whether it was a suicide or an accidental overdose; I feel that there's a good chance that, if I were to do that, it would be "officially regarded" as an accidental overdose. & that's fine with me. A little mystery is always nice wink
lol, a little mystery is fine by me too.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:07 pm
vampiric_faery TheDyingMessiah What I would probly do is grab my dagger in the shape of a dragon, get in my convertable, and put the dagger on the headboard (that's what it's called, right?) at a perfect angle of facing me. Then I'd take off down the freeway speeding as fast as my baby can go. Once I get the car to top-speed, the cops would most likely be on my tail by then. Knowing how cops love their barricade tactics, they would most likely set one up to try to get me to stop for it. But instead of stopping, I'd go straight into one of the barricade cars, crashing into it. The crash would send me towards the windshield, and (most likely) the airbag will stop that. But the dagger would come back towards me and pop the airbag (if it was inflated by that split-second) and head straight into my chest, throat, or open mouth. Thus letting me go out with a style that will remain a legend in my town for many years to come! So many ifs...You need a backup plan.
No backup plan. Andrew ain't goin' anywhere.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 7:25 am
StarryDynamo vampiric_faery TheDyingMessiah What I would probly do is grab my dagger in the shape of a dragon, get in my convertable, and put the dagger on the headboard (that's what it's called, right?) at a perfect angle of facing me. Then I'd take off down the freeway speeding as fast as my baby can go. Once I get the car to top-speed, the cops would most likely be on my tail by then. Knowing how cops love their barricade tactics, they would most likely set one up to try to get me to stop for it. But instead of stopping, I'd go straight into one of the barricade cars, crashing into it. The crash would send me towards the windshield, and (most likely) the airbag will stop that. But the dagger would come back towards me and pop the airbag (if it was inflated by that split-second) and head straight into my chest, throat, or open mouth. Thus letting me go out with a style that will remain a legend in my town for many years to come! So many ifs...You need a backup plan.
No backup plan. Andrew ain't goin' anywhere.ok
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:58 pm
gawsh, I'm really not all that creative.
I'll probably spend hours trying to come up with something creative, then end up ODing on gummie bear vitamins or something similar.
but before that, I'll write all my favorite song lyrics on my walls in sharpie/blood- I've always wanted to do that but my parents would never let me. And I'd rip the mattress off my bed, exposing everything I've hidden underneath it. I'd also hide a couple notes in places people wouldn't find them until much, much later- the drawers people never look in, etc. I'd probably find some way to incorporate fire, too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:09 pm
i've thought about this quite a bit. plus, one day with friends we were all talking about our suicide thoughts, so i pretty much have it down.
it would be after midnight, and my parents are alseep. i would quietly creep downstairs into the kitchen and find the big butcher knife. i would stealthy pull it out and stab myself.
i would be found dead the next morning, fallen to the ground on my back with the knife still in my heart.
my friends say that would hurt, but so would everything else, so screw it.
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