suicide

Suffocation is a cruel way to go.

It was soon after that I, overwhelmed with the implications of that memory, overdosed - well, somebody did but as it was my mouth and my stomach that was involved I had to take the consequences. Somehow or other (did an alter ring him?) Bruce (from my support group) got to know, drove over and took us to the hospital.

Cory wondered if maybe some people were better off dead. When you__e dead you don__ have to face the horrors of life, whether it__ striving to be the best, dealing with something bad you or somebody else did, dealing with someone__ death or anything. Most people, if not everyone, had a reason to die. Dead people can__ even be upset about dying because they__e dead.

When you're in an extreme situation you tend to avoid facing it by getting caught up in little details. Like a guy who's decided to commit suicide and boards a train only to become obsessed with whether he remembered to lock the door when he left home.

We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.

Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.

I canalmost understandwhypeopleleapfrombridges.

Yeah, because you'll really be showing them, won't you. Talk about cutting up your wrists to spite your fate.

Because it was all I wanted to fucking know. It was all I wanted to know in this fucking world: where did the beautiful boys go? Where did the beautiful boys go? Where the hell did they go?

I would have killed myself years ago if it weren't for the fact that I__ pretty sure death is the only thing more terrible than life.

Trying to destroy yourself gives a pretty clear message and it's not one I think you'd like. Sounds a bit like, __'m too self-centered to be constructive, so I have to open a vein_

Somehow, I feel almost blinded myself.And I am forever left to wonderWhether telling you how truly specialYou were Might have made a difference.

Jonah can't see how Assyria could serve any useful purpose. How could this commission better Israel? Jonah might even fear that God will reverse His judgment against Nineveh. If that 'unchanging God' changes His mind about Nineveh's destruction, then Jonah's personal religion won't make sense. (Nu 23:19) The truth is, Jonah is not as overwhelmed by his new assignment as he is by his own small mindedness. (page 5)

I know people think suicide is selfish, and maybe sometimes it really is. But what happened to Kai was beyond what anyone should have to cope with. I didn__ blame him, not really. It just broke my heart that I wasn__ enough to keep him here.

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting something.Everything seemed so different, so unreal. There seemed no reason why people should go along the street, and houses pile up in the daylight. There seemed no reason why these things should occupy the space, instead of leaving it empty. His friends talked to him: he heard the sounds, and he answered. But why there should be the noise of speech he could not understand.

Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.