So, you've found me...
Yeah, that's right, people, I'm freinds only. I don't want total strangers to read up on my life. And some other people, but I'm not going into that right now. That's something that would belong in the freinds only part of my journal. What do you need to know? Hmm... actually you don't really need to know anything, but here goes:
I am a 13 year old girl who has been known to use a lunchbox as a weapon. Quite successfully I might add. My LJ is not a very nice place to be. A lot of my entries are depressing. You see, this is where I vent a lot of my anger and sadness, so the entries are a tad overboard. They help me get the feelings out and do that very well, but it's unhealthy to read too many at once. I swear. A lot. I swear so much that it's not even funny. If you are easily offended by this, I suggest you turn around and find a different webpage to visit. RIGHT. NOW. Also, if you are homophobic, there is little to no chance you will make it to my friendslist. I have no tolerance of that. Hmm.... I'm intolorant of intoloerance... Once again I've proven myself to be a tad hypocritical .__.
Well, now that you have passed my little rant, I'd like to say that I don't mean to scare you people off. ^^; I suppose it's obvious why I don't have many freinds now, but I love the ones I have. I love everybody. Even people I say I hate. Don't know why, I just do. So if you don't mind my ranting and if I didn't scare you away, feel free to comment. I may add you to my freindslist if you seem like a nice person, who knows. >>
~*IMPORTANT*~
Suicide, Is It Worth It??
Suicide: The Permanent Solution To A Temporary Problem
Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electricute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.
But... Who will clean your blood off the carpet or s e your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.
Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
***IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PLEASE STEAL IT AND PUT IT IN ON YOUR PAGE TOO.***
Think again, People.