I think about suicide alot. I think I'm probably going to kill myself within the next month or so. I'm pretty sure everyone will be better off without me.

Found nudes of this girl I went to High School with, not sure if there are any more lurking around the net, her name is Zaneta P. I know she did a photoshoot for Suicide Girls but I know they weren't published to my knowledge. The fact that these were on Anonib means there has gotta be more out there.

A man goes into a library and asks for a book on suicide.

The librarian says, "Fuck off, you won't bring it back."

It´s a DARK...We´re facing the DEMON straight in its face. We all searching for someone who DEMON play with ours. Sometimes, my DEMON love to come out and play with me. My thighs and hips are on fire. Gentle touch..evil stare seductive yet subtle slowly devouring my soul it's suicide sexy out of control...INTO THE ETERNAL DARKNESS, INTO FIRE, INTO ICE.. Would you like to meet one of my demons ????? The Queen Of Devil...The Goddess Of Darkness...I Am The Priestess Goddess Phoenix ▲☥▲

i have breasts (gynecomastia) and its not due to weight since i am 175lbs at 6ft tall. I had it since i was a kid and got teased so much i dropped out of high school. I cant get a job or any shit like that because i am too ashamed of my body from being teased all my life about how i have breasts. I think of suicide often but am too cowardice or afraid to follow through with it. I know there are surgeries to correct it but they cost like 5000 dollars and I only have around 1000 with no job. I am nearly 30 and still live under my moms roof. I really dont know what to do anymore it feels like my life is pointless and I just cant take my own life though. what am I supposed to do? I have tried getting a life, or ignoring them or even faking myself into trying to admire them but it never works, I am always in that state of depression and shame of my body and how others will judge me. I just dont know what to do anymore.

I confess I'm hurting and confused. Maybe you can help me out without the usual "got pics" and other sexual responses. Please try not to troll either. Imagine this:

You fall for a girl when you were trying not to, and you're really sure she falls for you in tandem. After a period of deep flirting, she admits she took back her ex-boyfriend because her friends guilt tripped her, and she didn't want to do it, and she's trapped in a bad situation and drowning.

Flirting continues, and intensifies. The l-word looms on the horizon until she turns around and says she has no feelings for you, and she's sorry. A week of emotional hell goes by after she stops talking to you. You start healing for a few days until she contacts you again. She starts flirting again before she says sorry, she's in love with that guy she said she has no emotional or sexual feelings toward, and not to contact her again.

Oh, and she misinterprets your depression for suicidal feelings. She drops a few more messages and threatens to send the cops over just to make sure I'm alive.

Two to three weeks pass before she drops an email offering to talk, saying she set up a new fake email account, giving the name. What the fuck is she doing to me? I fell for her, and she hurt me three times. I'm not completely over her and I don't want to talk to her. I also want to talk to her so fucking bad it hurts.

My family thinks very highly of me. They�re very proud of me and tell me how good I�m doing. Little do they know that I hate them almost as much as I do my parents. Hate? No. More like rage, as my therapist noted. Eleven years of my life. From Four to around Fifteen. All my mother did is choose booze and drugs over me and my little brother and sister. And you people knew about it. I KNOW you did. But you did nothing. You people lived in nice homes and hid behind smiles while we slept in roach infested houses. You fought tooth and nail when my big sister stepped in to save us. Took her out of the Will.

My family thinks very highly of me. They�re very proud of me and tell me how good I�m doing. I don�t hide behind a smile, but they don�t want to see the real me. I�m 24 years old. I�ve been diagnosed with Server Depression with Psychotic Traits, Disthymea, and Borderline Personality Disorder. I�ve survived three attempted suicides. One was ODing on sleeping pills. I can�t even remember what I did the other Two times. They�re could have been a Fourth, but I�m not so sure now. I�ve been doing better the last few years. I may just have a life worth living.

My family thinks very highly of me. They�re very proud of me and tell me how good I�m doing.
But Got I�m So Fucked Up.

2 confessions, i want to steal my cousins laptop for her nude pics and videos, her and my sister did a private photo shoot with each other trying to get into the suicide girls, i know they went out into the bush for this shoot 2nd confession i was having sex with my gf one night and purposely left the door open a little bit so my younger cousin could see us as she walks by and it worked i saw her looking for about 3-5 seconds and confronted her about it and asked if shes ever done it before and if she would like to sometime, shes one of those loner girls in school not much friends or self-esteem, the perfect prey

I confess, i tried to kill myself earlier this week. I wanted to OD on the acetaminophen in Lortab10s. I looked it up and about 4 grams is the dosage where it starts to induce liver failure. I took 12 pills, or 6 grams. After about 15 minutes i got kinda woozy, like a weird drunk like feeling, not really slurred speech or stumbling around, but more of a slowed brain activity feeling. I went to go lay down, and i woke up about ten hours later. My wife said she noticed me tossing and turning real badly while i slept, but nothing too out of the ordinary. I then got ready and went in to work. While there, i took the last of what i had, 10 pills, so 5 grams. I wish i had taken all 11 grams that morning. Now its been about three days and i feel fine. Well, fine for me. I have a lot of ailments and i'm tired of always not being available. I'm 28 and i'm afraid that as i age, i'm only going to get worse and my wife and kids will resent me. I'm in the military right now, but i'm getting a medical discharge that is taking way too long to happen. While i'm in, if i die (even by suicide), my wife will get my life insurance and death gratuity equaling $500,000. If i die after i get out, they get nothing. I wanted to do this in a way that it looked like i just died from my conditions. GRD, IBS, Asthma, and PTSD.

so i saw this movie on cable last night called Rules in Attraction. have you seen it? i want to know if colleges are really like that. with orgies everyweekend, sluts banging teachers, and rapes/suicides a common things.
hmmm?

I confess I don't want to die, but my thoughts are increasingly self-destructive. I'm not suicidal, but I drank too much tonight. And this afternoon. And last night. And I lost track how much and when I started. Rumpelmintz in my hot chocolate, puked thrice, and I don't know why I keep drinking.

I can never seem to get laid because I am too nice and I am too honest. Everyone tells me to be a jerk and to lie to women but I keep telling myself I will find some who likes me for who i am. Women never believe me when I say I have never been in a relationship because they do consider me attractive. I can never get past being just friends even if I tell a girl from the very beginning that I want more than just a friendship. I don't like men but sometimes i think if I were bi I would have a 50% more chance of getting laid. Everything else in my life is exceptionally great. this is the one department where i suck at life. I'm not suicidal or anything stupid like that, I'm just frustrated that ALL the women I have known (save for a small handful) complain about their jerk boyfriends that are lairs and cheaters. I am not perfect, i do lie, we all do, but I am too honest 90% of the time and would never dare cheat on my partner (if i had one). What gives?

I decided to post this confession in a place where it will get the most attention anyone might ever give it...

In this new year I promise this world to see a new man, For better or worse depending on your outlook.

in this two and a half decades of my Iife I failed in almost every way. Ive failed to find any women that would except me as I am. The person I strived to be was a rightous and Idealistic man but in modern times I feel Im an obsolete model and I find I can no longer go at it alone. So now in this new year my content will be second to my outward appearance and now the "idea" and role of me has changed. if to be reliable and and have preference to function over form is a thing that has fallen to the way side then the rules of the game dictate I change myself. Im not incapable of doing so, Im a smart, capable man and can do such through one means or another

Ive failed to find a career, Ive studied 3 years paided 110,000 dollars, all to have the job market take a shit, so now I work in the fast food business and believe it or not minimum wage doesnt pay the bills, now i sell drugs and pull a nice profit doing such

In my time on this earth for one reason or another Ive also found my friends to be a great deal of my pain, I live and would die for those I care about but In my gravest time of need I find my "friends" to be in short supply, only to be found when they need something, its not me they want but a service I may provide, and even at a great cost to me I will do it, for my friends, but why should I continue to make myself a slave to these people.

For these reasons and many others I find myself in a place where to continue would be suicide. If this world accepts the things it has forced me to become, the old self I was, the rightous self, is now dead and the the modern version forged under my reasoning and understanding of this world promises it will make those deserving pay for this dark image of my character they have decided to unveil.

To some this is a threat, but it is merely the end result of a persons honest attempt to be better then the animal of which hes born.

I ask only to consider these things then you may forget them as quickly as you load the next page

my life sucks i masturbate all the time.i have 1 friend and he moved halfway cross america. my dads manic depressive(it means hes bipolar and he gets so depressed he gets temporarily insane. i am too pussy to even cut myself! i have a whole list of probable disorders i myself might have a.d.d,, bipolar of my own, obsessive compulsive. i am goodlooking but my social status is so low ill never get laid. god sucks. life sucks. reply now or ill never get to read em since im gonna commit suicide. p.s. my parent(notice how theres no s at the end) doesnt even know i have a problem and is no help. fuck!!!!!!!!!!

Margot Robbie's tits as Harley Quinn from the latest suicide squad trailer,
If you aren't hard or wet then there is something wrong with you!

I love looking been the legs of women thinking about how they only have one or two layers of fabric keeping me from seeing their fine pussies and whether they shave or keep their little bushes growing. Then I think about how, if they are wearing panties, it's gusset is rubbing up against their bare pussies... I wonder what their panties look like, plain? lacy? cotton? color? Are they perhaps ovulating or on the rag? Pad or tampon? Did she have sex recently? Is there perhaps a mix of her and her lovers cum drying between her legs? If she's ovulating, is she thinking about it, reflecting on her monthly egg? Some I speculate about whether they may or may not be virgins even, others are proven not to (being milfs).
What does her pussy look like? An tasty bun innie? Lovely expressive flowery butterfly lips? What about their clits? Endless variation and beauties, each a masterpiece of it's own...

I try to peek (down their backs, esp. if they're reaching for something and bending over) when I think it's safe, maybe catching a glimpse of their panties, some times I don't, some times I do... and then I'm usually able to see enough to figure our the color and general type of panties (thongs are usually obvious, and look rather uncomfortable, and I amuse myself thinking about how totally socially suicidal it would be to suggest we make a trip to a near by clothing store to get her some more comfy knickers to be snugly making out with her pussy lips, and maybe a matching bra if she's "kind enough" to let me check the fit and how well it holds her tits).

Of course, I also feel a strong desire and yearning to cum in their pussies, and then think about how they have my cum in their pussies and making a mess in their knickers. Which of course makes me wonder how many of them are on some kind of protection and not, and how many are trying for babies... Looking at those I know have kids, I think that it would be fun to put one of mine in them, of course I'd rather their existing ones be my handy work, but, they're milfs and that's hard without them having prior kids. Also, it would be fun, sending them home with a fertile unprotected pussy teeming with my seed, hopefully one of them entering her egg as she enters her home with a secret in her she'll have to convince is her man's doing. That or her telling me she had to have an abortion because she realize she was preggers, letting me know I had her pregnant for a few weeks or so... of course I'd tell her I'd be happy to knock her up again...
It would be fun, discretely checking her belly for the signs of success, and wondering what's at work inside her womb. Letting her catch me looking, and give her a wink and seeing her reaction, maybe a smile and posing or perhaps and embarrassed look of guilt or just shyness.

But most of the times, all I have time for, is a quick fleeting glance at their clad crotch or their wiggling ass as they walk away or sit down and an inner smile of all I can imagine seeing and doing. It's so easy to get distracted, so tempting... Most of them would probably not take it as a compliment that I'm that curious about their female bits, or how I would love to cum in them, not because I love them, but because I'd love to simply have my cum in their pussies and know it's there inside them exploring their most intimate parts and folds and maybe finding a big price and knowing the feeling of being inside each any every one of them while cumming...

yesterday on the way to work i was seriously contemplating suicide.
i feel like nobody loves me and also keep thinking why should they? then i think of how selfish and weak suicide is, which just makes me more depressed and hate myself even more.
i'm 18, male, and still a virgin, i hate my parents, i feel like i'm behind a thick sheet of glass when i'm with my friends. when i'm talking to someone i never articulate my words the way i want to in my head. i feel like i'm communicatively retarded, which is so fucking frustrating. then i don't wanna be around people because i'm depressed, but the lack of human interaction makes it even worse.
i feel like such a weak pussy for being like this, and that i'm better off just ending it. i'm such an egotistical cunt for even thinking that me killing myself would have an impact on other peoples lives. it made me feel like i was some way important when i imagined how people would react when they found out, but then i realized what i was doing, which made me feel like an even bigger piece of shit. i dont even know why i'm confessing this, as if people here would care, but i'd rather get it off my chest here than talk to my friends about it and have them really know how i feel. and i cant even talk to my parents, let alone talk to them about something like this. i get so angry and frustrated at them sometimes i just wanna end it.

im not the person i expect to be, so why go on being this person?

Okay... I confess that I want to commit suicide after finding my now ex-girlfriend and my step dad in bed together...

I confess that precisely one hour from the time I post this I will commit suicide. I have a plan and have made all necessary arrangements to ensure its successful execution and to ensure that my financial affairs are in order and the information is organized and accessible to my designated executor.

The events that lead to my decision have been several years in the making, and have been recurring relentlessly. I simply can no longer live with things as they are, and am powerless to alter them.

I have tried self-medicating with an assortment of street drugs, including tina and smack, alcohol to the point of routinely completing a fifth of vodka a day, and, of course, a variety of prescription narcotics, such as oxycodone, hydrocodone, oxycontin, fentanyl, demerol, MS Contin and a variety of others. Some were prescribed to me but most I purchased illegally from connections I have or, in the past, the Silk Road.

What has lead me to this point, you ask? It's complicated. I've sought help from a number of professionals, to no avail. They all told me my distress is in my head and not real. I've confided in friends, only to be judged and ridiculed. I got a therapy dog but it ran away and I can't find him. I'm out of options, and no longer have the will or energy to go on, or the motivation to seek further help.

Simply put, I am killing myself because of all the GODDAMNED, MOTHERFUCKING, BULLSHIT, CAPTIONS THAT FUCKING RETARDS ON THIS SITE UPLOAD. THOSE FUCKING COCKSUCKERS TAKE PERFECTLY GOOD PORN AND FUCKING RUIN IT BY TURNING IT INTO INCREDIBLY STUPID RETARD FOOD. THESE FUCKING FAGGOT TURDS THINK THEY ARE FUNNY AND CLEVER, AND COMING UP WITH ORIGINAL AND EROTIC SHIT THAT WILL TURN DUDES ON, BUT THEY AREN'T. THEY ARE ONLY DISPLAYING THEIR OWN FUCKING RETARDEDNESS. FUCK YOU, YOU COCKSUCKING, CAT SHIT-EATING FAGGOTS!

So that's my story. Soon I'll be headless and slumped over my bed in the beautiful Waldorf-Astoria hotel in midtown Manhattan. The maid, Esmerelda, is Mexican, of course, and I confirmed with her that she will be working my floor tomorrow. Poor girl. She's not hot, but she's very fuckable from behind. I would've raped her and gone out in style, but she was very nice to me, and I'm not that much of a dick.

Fuck you all and farewell

I confess, and this is no joke:

I wish I could kill my wife and put her out of my life. I hate her and her fucking mom with a passion. I have kids with her and I hate that they are starting to act just like her and her mom. Both are fucking jobless never-gonna-be-shit fucks. I was forced into this marriage for pity sake. She almost left me a few months ago but I fought to keep her back. I am a complete, hopeless romantic dumbass who is too proud to imagine another man fucking her, even though I hate her. Do I really hate her or do I hate my own life? I have contemplated suicide but never had the balls to do it. This is the wrong site to ask for help but I think I need serious help. I would never kill anyone, I just hate my situation. I never thought my life would be like this.

Tons of Suicide Girl fans out there somebody should be able to spout the name of this Pezz doll super fast

Anyone have logins for suicide girls at all?

Can someone with a suicide girls account post some pictures of Lula from Australia? I've met her in real life.

i confess im writting a suicide note...Please refrain from any type of sorrow,
If you feel like crying save the tears for tomorrow.
I made the decision to end my life for no particular reason
None at all, I just got tired of living.
That's all.
Life lost its flavor to me,
everything started looking so bland.
It felt so pointless living in a world smeared with bullshit
Everywhere I walked I'd be steppin' in it.
I feel that for myself death will be better than life,
suffocation better than breathe..
I'm just tired of being ethical in a completely unethical world.
I'm tired of being told to take the straight path
when I'm the most crooked person I know.
I no longer want to live in a world where I'm afraid to love who
I choose to love.
I'm no longer interested in a world where war of skin color is a bigger
battle then WWI and WWII put together.
I refuse to live in a world where trees are illegal and cigarettes
aren't--An herbal essence
versus
A pile of toxic shit.
I refuse to live in a world where the p********s oral recreation is a
bigger deal then the poverty laying less then 420 ft. from
the white house itself.
A world where millions & millions of dollars are shredded on a daily
basis-now tell me what kind of sense does that make?
A world where hate has become the basis for living,
a place where happiness no longer exist.
I can no longer live to die
I'd rather just not live at all
With death I'm looking for a sounder way of living
Be glad foe me because I am no longer suffering-
Be glad for me I have found complete peace by now.
Live on and live strong
Let bravery stand across your chest since it missed mine
Wipe your tears,
I'm dead,it's over. I have no fears

I confess that I dumped my wife after she came down with MS. We were both 28. There was no fucking way I was going to take care of some invalid. That bitch wouldn't have been able to have kids. I also wasn't going to sacrifice my yearly vacation to pay for her care. Fuck that shit. I did ask him to consider suicide and that if she loved me then she would do it. She refused. Of course her family was pissed but only because I put the burden on them.

Looking for pics of couples having sex while the man is wearing a helium suicide mask.

I am a White guy and I absolutely love fucking women of other races: Black, Latina, Asian, Indian, etc., doesn't matter to me. Growing up I lived in a majority minority neighborhood and got so much shit for it. This is my way of getting back. My favorite lay was a Pakistani Muslim girl who was a virgin, and when her father found out I impregnated her, she committed suicide out of shame. LMAO!

Jessie was 17 and I was 20. She was school friends with my best friend.
She would crash at our place a lot, even when my (now ex) husband was home.
We would get stoned and giggly together while he was playing WoW. Sometimes we would kiss, but we would say it was only experimental, because she had a new tongue piercing to test out.
That metal barbell on my tongue felt amazing.
I always joked, while my husband had his headset on, that one of these days I was going to make her cash those checks she'd been writing.
After weeks of this, one day she shyly agreed to accompany me upstairs. I lifted my husband's headset and told him I was going to go fuck Jessie. He was raiding, so he tuned me out.
Now, Jessie was a real suicide girl type. If bettie page had been a blonde. If monroe had been a kinky teen sex kitten.
It started with massages in bed. Then I had her take off her clothes. I traveled from the neck and back to her breasts, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Just massaging.
She started to squirm and wiggle.
My touch slowed and softened, and started grazing delicate areas. Letting my fingertips barely brush the tufts of her groomed little pussy. I would trace circles up her thighs, watching her slowly but surely spreading her legs for me. I then took the entire palm of my hand, and placed it just above her mound.
I paused.
She finally groaned out "Just DO it already!"
My hand dove at her pussy lips, shocked to feel them so slick and so warm. I rubbed slow but firm circles on her outer labia, letting my middle finger stick out just slightly enough to part those slimy lips and bump against her protruding clit.
Spreading the slick, I worked her pussy as she writhed and gasped. The gasps turned to moans as I brought my face down and put the broad side of my tongue flat against her clit, before lapping upwards and ending in a kiss tugging her pussylips out with a slurp. The kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and her knees began to quiver.
Then, in one fell motion, I stiffen my tongue to a point, and slip my pointer finger inside her warm cunt. I attacked her clit fiercely jabbing it and nibbling at her. Her whole body tensed up, and she put her hands on my head, bucking her hips into me.
When she came, she even squirted a few drops!
Afterward, we high-fived, and she called me a "clit ninja".
The next day, my husband wasn't pleased that I went off and fucked her. He could have joined, but he was 26, and didn't want any statutory charges.
Any man who doesn't have the spine to join his young wife with a teenaged bettie page wasn't man enough for me.
Hence the divorce.

I confess that I seldom read confessions on here anymore.

I did today and found them to be just as fake and gay as ever.

If any of you have ever considered suicide I would think that you would not be missed.

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just pre-legal, pre puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

(Okay, fixed the issues, even though it shouldn't have been, hopefully no deletion this time)

So I have decided to finally share some of my exploits here after years of lurking.

This happened about 5 years ago when I was traveling the UK, and it will be a bit long and detailed (SKIP TO GOOD STUFF AT THE THE >>>> MARKS). I was traveling on a work holiday visa to the UK (right after finishing my University degree there) and had been living there about a year already. Worked at an ice cream shop casually for that year to make money so I could travel around the UK and Europe (before brexit fucked up the free shengen visa access). It was a great place to work with good pay. Not really too busy most of the time so I got to chill and relax in the back watching TV shows or playing games most of the time. Boss was totally chill and never around, he had other more important businesses to manage, so I had complete control of the place and he trusted me (nothing to really lose there either).

So this girl used to come around once in a while and we used to talk casually when she came in. She was a shy Indian girl, about 5'5'', nice slender body with thick thighs and at least C cup breasts. She was 19 when I first met her and was 20 by the time of this incident. I was 26 at the time and didn't really notice her sexually for the most part even though she was quite attractive and submissive sounding. I loved her accent obviously, being from the states, I welcome almost all European accents.

So overall we had a fairly good relationship and she would come in to talk more and more. The conversations would be lengthy as well since I had nothing to do. At this point I kind of wanted to have a go at her, but didn't have any opportunity to engage, since she was always shy and at a distance. Well, my break came in a tragic way, which as a sexual degenerate, I took full opportunity of. One day she comes in, kinda down and I ask her what was wrong? She tells me that one of her friends committed suicide, and right there and then my brain goes "jackpot". Before she could even go to the next part of the story I immediately started saying "OMG, I am so sorry that happened" (I didn't really care, I don't really deal with emotions). Got out from behind the counter, and before she had a chance to regroup, went in to give her a hug. I just approached her with a concerned look with arms slightly outstretched, saying, "Are you alright?". She kinda took the hint and reluctantly prepared for the hug which was just enough signal for the go ahead to me. Hugged her fairly tight and had my arms around her shoulders and pushed her head into my chest (in a consoling way). Then immediately pivoted to, "Lets go talk about this". Quickly moved to the door, locked it (no one comes in at this time anyway, and I didn't care). Then turned to her and put my hand around her small back to guide her to the back room.

These action were key to getting her comfortable with me physically because casual contact with chicks is how you break into the game, and shy chicks usually do not give you a chance. Couldn't believe my luck, because this chick had the body I like, cute accent, mannerisms and face, and submissive by what I could tell (JACKPOT). The age difference is what kept her and myself at range but I couldn't care less now.

So now we are in the back room. Sat her down on the couch next to me and turned slightly to her to "talk" about the incident. She had been in here with me before, but didn't sit next to me, just across on a chair. We used to come in there once in a while when we were talking for a while and I wanted to sit (no seating outside). Anyway, I was here to play the long(ish) game and so decided to "listen". Anyway, she said all sorts of stuff I do not remember, but every chance I got, I would go "Awww, that's so sad/tough/whatever" and hug her. Didn't wanna rush anything but still took my chances and crept my hand closer to her ass every time. By the end I just let me hand stay right at the junction of ass and back, while I listened to her. I decided not to do anything at this meeting, but the game was already on and from this point it was going to be easy.

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Anyway, the next few days she would come in, and I would not always greet her with a hug, and unlike before, this time my hands would apparently slide down from her mid back to small back during the hug. She was comfortable with that and being close all the time. We would talk in the back room and she would sit pretty close. Like 3 days after this all started, I decided to take my chances and steered the conversation to boyfriends and sex life. She obviously didn't have one because she was sheltered by parents and what not. She had had one boyfriend and they just made out if even that. She mentioned something about liking making out but hadn't done that in a while and I immediately went with the "Aww (insert some crap here)" routine and playfully said, "Here, I'll help you out". I went for it, and she took it hesitantly (they love confidence). At this point I just went in full french (in a slow romantic-ish way), and she went along (I could feel the discomfort and it just turned me on more). Put my hands down her waist and now on her hips. Made out like this for a couple more minutes and decided to leave her wanting more, so cut it short. She kind of giggled and I contemplated going in again, but decided to bide my time. Made some excuse about work and sent her on her her way.

Next two days, she would just come in and we would go to the back and make out. At this point she would sit, straddling, on top of me and I would fondle her ass and waist and back while we made out. I eventually turned her around on me kissing her from behind, and started feeling up her stomach and thighs (on the outside) and slowly crept up her chest until I was able to lightly caress her breasts in passing. Another day and I was fully fondling her tits over her clothes. The next day she was wearing a slightly low cut top and skirt, and the moment I saw that I knew this was going to be the day I could get it all (or most). The second we were making out I had my hands on her ass under the skirt. Feeling the skin on her ass felt amazing, I was hard as fuck and she probably could notice but didn't show it. I eventually turned her around and started kissing her from behind, feeling up her thighs. Then, slowly creeping up, started feeling up her chest and cleavage. Slowly started creeping into her shirt from the top, had my right hand and creeping down her left breast. As soon as my middle finger brushed her nipple she jumped a bit and put her left hand on my right. This is where I took real control and grabbed her left wrist with my left hand and firmly whispered "Relax" and resumed making out. Took her hand off mine, moving it firmly back to the side and cupped her right breast fully. Now I had one hand on her inner left thigh and the other playing with her tits. Both of her arms were to her side and I maintained a bit of pressure from my arms to hold them there while I felt her up. Made out more forcefully too and she completely submitted. After a while, wrapped it up, got her ready to leave. Before she left, I told her to "wear a skirt and blouse tomorrow" with a serious look, kissed her and sent her home.

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Next day she came in, wearing a skirt and blouse and I didn't waste time getting to work. This time, just lifted her blouse above her tits, pulled the bra down and started playing openly (she was kinda stiff, and so was I). Then, still exposed, turned her around and started making out with her facing me. Put my hands on her ass and almost right away got under her panties. She kinda squirmed but I just pulled her in to assert myself. Squeezed her ass cheeks for a bit and then just brushed my middle finger against her asshole. This made her shudder and I took that to mean "GO TIME". Started rubbing her asshole with my middle finger and moved my other hand to her pussy from behind and started gently rubbing her VERY wet cunt. Then swapped hands to rub her asshole with her pussy juice, so I could be a bit more forceful. Had one finger slowly rubbing and even went in slightly. Pulled her panties down so they were out of the way. She was squirming the whole time which almost made me jizz, so good. At this point, I pull her back a bit, and said "Hey, I need you to do something for me". Still with her tits out and panties down, knelt her down in front of me (she knew what was coming). Pulled my dick out swiftly, turned her head up (she was focused on the dick), looked her in the eyes and said "Suck me", and then forced her head down towards my cock. I could kinda feel the resistance and hesitation, which made me even harder. Slowly moved her mouth to my cock and slid the head into her lips (FRICKIN AMAZING, couldn't believe everything was moving as swiftly as it had). Told her to lick the top and get it wet. Slowly started thrusting deeper in until she started to gag a bit half way down. That was her limit for now and so used that as a marker to move her head up and down to that point, pushing a bit lower occasionally. At this point I could get myself to come using her head so decided to keep her going. Took one of her hands and put them on my balls, told her to "Massage me a bit", which she kinda just moved up back and forth (good enough for now). After a few minutes, decided to stop holding back and picked up the pace. Stood up and started moving more freely. As I approached my climax, I pulled her off my dick, turned her head to me, looked into her eyes and said "I am going to cum in your mouth, it will be cleaner that way". She kind of nodded and so I resumed fucking her mouth. I could now feel the tingling in my balls, had a huge smile on my face as I approached the point. Started getting faster and faster and then started EXPLODING in her mouth. Honestly felt like a good 8 or 9 spurts before I came down. She had her eyes closed tight and was focusing on what was happening in her mouth. Slowly pulled out of her mouth and saw her swallow it (BONUS). Turned her head up to meet my gaze, smiled down warmly at her, said "Thank you, that was great" and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Could tell she was kinda still catching up to what happened, so moved things along. Got her on her feet, told her to go "freshen up" in the bathroom. She came out after a few minutes, and I sat her down, lightly made out (they like to cuddle after or something) and then sent her on her way.

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Next day she came in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, which got me hard right away. The fact that she was coming in so often now just signaled to me that all was well and I can now have my way with her. Now, since she was fairly new to all this, I decided to start doing all the weird shit I liked first, to make it seem like it was all normal. She was far less experienced and wouldn't question anything hopefully. Took her to the back, started making out while still standing. Peeled her pants and panties down and started playing with her ass. At this point I decided to go much further just because why not. Told her to take her pants off completely, which she reluctantly did. Then started making out with her and just pulled her top right off. Then took her bra off and she was making out completely naked with me (while I was fully clothed). The disparity was HOT as fuck and I could tell she wasn't comfortable at all with this. So I decided to make things even more uncomfortable. Guided her to the couch, get her on all fours on the couch and then pushed her head all the way down while putting pressure on her back to make her arch. Perfect head down ass up position and then told her "don't move". With the lights on, I had a beautiful view of her pussy and asshole, it was all I could do to hold back from just pulling my dick out and shoving in all the way. Started playing with her ass and pussy. She was visibly dripping down her legs. Kept telling her how went she was, and she would just quietly whimper and moan. At this point, I decided to start fingering her pussy and ass. Slowly slid a middle finger in each and started working them in and out. Slowly pulled the finger out of her ass and took it to the next level. Told her this finger wasn't wet enough and told her to open her mouth. She did just as she was ordered and I swiftly put the finger in her mouth and started rubbing it over her tongue. Making her go ass to mouth here would set me up for all my favorite shenanigans later. She took it like a champ, told her to spit on my finger and make it wet, which she did. Then started working her ass again, occasionally pulling out to "wet" the finger again. A few minutes more of this and I decided to make her cum. Started working her clit and pussy and within seconds she started shuddering and then fully vibrating for a good 10 seconds. Honestly hadn't seen an orgasm that intense, and she sounded like she was using all her power to suppress violently moaning out. After her orgasm subsided, she did her best to maintain her posture but couldn't so I let her collapse. Sat down next to her head and slowly caressed her asking her "How was that?". She didn't really answer but nodded slightly and was just catching her breath.

After a few minutes of rest, it was my turn. Just pulled my pants off, whipped out my dick and moved her into position. Told her to suck me off and she started to slowly do that. BUT NOW, it was time to get to my favorite part. I love me some rimjobs, always have, always will. I have been able to get every girl I have been with to lick my ass whether they wanted to or not. Most do not even say no if you are assertive enough. The best is to do it when in the heat of the act and they just do it cause there isn't any time to think about it. This time though, I basically wanted her to know what I was making her do. It's hotter when I know they are aware of the fact that I am going to make them lick my ass (its not a glamorous place to be). While she was slowly sucking me, I pulled her off my dick and guided her to my balls while looking in her eyes. Told her to "Lick my balls" in a firm manner and she complied. Let her do that for a bit to normalize that. Then slowly started pushing her head lower while raising my legs. Told her "lick me under the balls, lower down" as I slowly guided her head over my taint (this is also THE BEST, very close second to full on rimjob). I let her lick there for a bit while I slowly raised my legs. At this point I had her face firmly against my taint where she was licking as told. This felt amazing but I had to move to the best yet. Slowly started pushing her head down (and she started resisting knowing what she was approaching). Said "OH yea, that feels great, lick my asshole" with some urgency and firmness. At this point, I pushed her head lower and her tongue started licking at my asshole. Started letting her know "OH shit, that feels great, keep going". Now I let go of her head to see what would happen, she licked a bit and started wandering higher. I FIRMLY pushed her head back down and told her "keep licking my asshole, don't stop until I tell you". I started jacking off and edging myself while she kept licking. I could feel how uncomfortable she was, and knowing she was still doing it made it SUPER HOT. Didn't really want that to end but all good things do, so had to start wrapping up. Started jacking off faster and as I approached orgasm, I pushed her back, stood up, told her I was going to come, told her to open her mouth, shoved my cock in and exploded even harder than last time. She was visibly choking on the cum trying to swallow it (it must have shot straight to the back, always gets them by surprise). Finished cumming and pumped her mouth for a bit to enjoy the feeling. Pulled her head off my dick, took this opportunity to degrade her a bit more by wiping my cock clean on her cheeks. Looked into her eyes and told her "That was amazing, you're the best". She smiled shyly and I sent her to get cleaned up. Did the whole "cuddle" routine after and sent her on her way. BEST DAY EVER so far, decided to plan out the next day and how I would approach fucking her.

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Out of time now, will come back to add the rest.

rejected suicide girl

I confess that I just got off the phone with my ex who only calls me when her moronic hippie world comes crashing down. While she told me her sob story about living in her car and whoring herself out and people treating her like shit, I was masturbating the whole time. It seems nothing gives me more pleasure than to know she's suffering after all the shit she's put me through and the fact she still has a better then everyone else mentality, but the second she told me she's been suicidal and wants to die....Best orgasm I've had in months.

Halp a fapper in need.

Does anyone have a backup of a (supposedly) Suicide Girl vid where she does DP and ends up with an anal creampie? It was uploaded by buddy_listless and this was the url:

I didn't manage to grab it before it went, but would love to have it for my collection.

hottest midget ive ever seen. jemma @ suicide girls

That awkward moment you find out your cousin is a Suicide Girl......I don't know how I should feel about this.

im thinking of suicide again, its been something that ive wanted to do for about 12 years, im 24. im just curious if anyone can give me reasons to do it, or reasons not to. im not kidding, i really truly dont want to be alive anymore

I confess my ex-girlfriend used to be on suicide girls

I confess that im a loser who's probably gunna end up a homeless corpse overdosing on meth under a freeway by the time im 30. I hate people, do excessive amounts of drugs, have no intention of getting a career and do nothing more with my time than getting high, jerking off and posting on forums about how much life sucks but im too much of a pussy to commit suicide.

Here are my confessions:
1. I bought a boy and his dad tickets to go to an WWE event. The boy had suffered cancer for most of his life and his parents couldn't afford the tickets when the WWE came to their hometown. It was the only thing the boy wanted. Not only did he go, but he also got to meet the wrestlers and take pictures with them. It was a chance for me to make someone's dream come true.
2. I sent some clothes to a man who needed work clothes for a new job that he got because he didn't have any. I sent him a nice dress shirt, pair of jeans and slacks that I never wore. I also got new clothes for a disabled older woman in the same situation after she found a job that would hire her. I did the same thing for three boys who had no clothes. I wanted them to have pride in how the looked.
3. I purchased a pool for a family that took in 3 kids after their father died (mother wasn't in the picture). I thought it would help them cope with their loss better.
4. I got a pair of glasses for a recovering addict who couldn't afford any so he could actually see and start putting his life together.
5. I sent a package of clothes, toys and goodies to a boy whose father committed suicide and had just lost his grandmother (both whom he was very close to) to help him feel better.
6. I sent money to a summer camp so one of their campers wouldn't be left out when they had to pay for extracurricular activities like paintballing.
7. I went to the store and got a few supplies for the local animal shelter. I couldn't adopt any and I'm sure most of the animals would be euthanized but I wanted to at least let their last days be in comfort.

Suicide

i love to get off watching videos of dead porn stars. theres just something about watching a chick get fucked and knowing that she is dead that really gets my dick hard. suicide and drug overdose is the best.

Suicide girl Riae 

chad suicide girl

ok i have 2 confessions the first is that me and my cousin (not blood) shared dirty pics and talk dirty to each other and are makin plans to fuck. no you get no pictures im a greedy fuck. and the 2 is my other cousin (shes blood related) is a suicide girl and ive jerked off to many of her pics and want to fuck her soooo bad. if you want to see those look up joleigh suicide.

In the last 2 yrs I've had sex with probably 650 women. I'm not bragging I have a problem a very fucked problem.

It all started after my gf and I broke up. I was 27 she was 26 and I had been ring shopping for the last 6 months. I had about $5000 saved up before that and was almost at my goal of $10000. I was going to go the next Friday when I go paid and buy an engagement ring. Thursday night before my gf called and said she was going out with some gf's and should would come by later. I said fine bc I had to work late. Anyways I was shutting everything down for the day and decided to check facebook. One of the girls she said she was going out with posted on facebook a picture of her and another of the girls at their apartment saying something about staying in for the night. I thought it sounded weird and just decided to drive by my gf's house. When I got there a truck was parked outside that looked vaguely familiar and her car was in the driveway and the lights were on inside. I had a spare key and decided to check things out. I walk in the house and don't see anything but I hear something coming from the bedroom. I go back there in look in the door and my gf is getting plowed by her boss who is probably 50. I grabbed a vase by her door and smashed it over his head. When he hit the floor I kicked him in the gut and left him laying in a pile. I walked out to my car a grabbed my putter out of my golf bag and tune up his car and leave. My gf shows up an hour later crying telling me she's sorry and that it was a mistake. I show her the money I had saved up and tell her what it was for. She starts begging me to forgive her. I left her sobbing in my kitchen floor.

I slept in my car that night and called into work the next morning and and told them I needed some time off. My boss was a close friend and I told him the problem. He let me use all my vacation time and personal days,3 weeks worth. I said thanks went and packed a bag and drove to Vegas. I live in middle America so it took 2 dsys. I got a hotel room and started drinking and gambling. I knew I would be getting a few checks direct deposited so I had a least a week of debauchery. The first night a girls starts chatting me up. After a few minutes I realize she's an escort. She tells me she can be mine for the rest of the night for $1000.I gave her $500 down and we started to party harder. I was playing craps and was starting to win small hands. Before I knew I had won $3000. I told her she was my lucky charm and decided to take my turn at roulette. I put $1000 on red and hit. Another $1000 on black that missed. I decided to try my hand at blackjack which I've played before and knew the rules. I was playing $100 dollar hand and was winning 2 out of 3 hands. I got up $500 hands. I split 2 tens then doubled down on one first hand and hit black jack then stayed on 19 on the second . The dealer was showing a 5 she flipped and had 6 underneath and I almost threw up. She hit and flipped an 2,then an Ace then a queen to bust out. I was up $5000 grand and decided it was time to fuck this hot slut. We went back to my room and fucked like rabbits. We ordered room service and just talked then started making out again for some reason I ate her out. We fucked again in the shower. Then passed out naked around 4 am. I woke up about 10 am grabbed a beer and asked her if she could go again she said yes and give me the greatest blow job. I told her I was fixing to cum and she sprayed all over her tits. She took another shower while I ate breakfast. I gave her the rest of her money plus a bit more for a tip she said thank you and kissed me goodbye.

I checked my phone and had 20 missed calls and 100 texts from my gf. I left the phone on the bed and decided to see if I was still lucky. I started playing penny slots and quickly won a few hundred bucks. I was drinking and figured I would spend all the 2 hundred until it ran out. Afte 30 mins of no luck. I hit the jackpot for $20,0000. I cashed out and went to the room took a shower and called the escort from the night before and asked her if she wanted to spend the night.We decided on a price she gave me a discount. We went to a nice restaurant came back to the hotel and got a couples massage at the spa. We made it back to the room and had sex. She told me for a couple hundred bucks a friend would join us and we could have some real fun. Her friend showed up and she was absolutely amazing. We were having fun and the next thing I know i'm doing lines of blow of the whores ass. It was incredible. All 3 of us fucked and partied and just went bananas until we passed out. I woke up the next morning and the second girl was gone. I woke up the original girl and we fucked again. Then took a shower. Anyways I'm a week into this and have banged a couple of different hookers. I hooked up with some random girls in town for bachelorette parties and I think a married woman in town for a convention. I get a call from dad that his brother passed away and I need to come home. I fly home and do all the stuff I'm supposed to do. I go to my apartment and find that my ex gf is living there just waiting for me to come home. I walk in and she runs up and starts kissing me and telling me she loves me and wants to spend the rest of our lives together. I was pretty sad about my uncle and very horny so we fucked. I had no idea what my plans were but they didn't involve her or staying with her but I decided for the next week I would use her for comfort until all this was settle. We laid my uncle to rest and went to hear the reading of the will. My uncle was a closted gay man and never had any family his "roommate" died a few years early and left my uncle a substantial amount of money that he used to retire and travel and bang young asian men. At reading we found out just how much money he did have. $10 million dollars. He left $3million to my dad. $3million to my sister and her husband and the rest to me plus his house and car. My ex gf thinks she has hit it big. I buy out my apartment lease and move into my uncles. It's nothing crazy 2200 sq ft on 5 acres with a pool which made it awesome. His car was a yr old lexus LS 460. I called my boss and told him I wasn't coming back and had heard the news and already figured I wasn't.

I found a house in vegas for $350,000 with 3 bedrooms 3 baths and pool. I set it up online too look at and bought a plane ticket to vegas. Before I left I told my ex gf I didn't love her and that I was fucking random whores the whole week I was in Vegas. But I loved the sympathy sex she gave me for the last week. She called me an asshole and left.

Heres the bad part I flew to Vegas bought the house. All I do now is spend a few weeks in vegas gambling then fly home for a bit.the longest I've stayed is a month. I have plenty of money but spend at least half of what I win on whores,coke,and booze. I go to the whore houses in Nevada all the time. I pick up escorts at the casinos nightly and have been with 4 at a time. When I come home I got to hotel bars and pick up women who just want a one night stands. I started cruising whores on back page and craigs list. Now im picking up tranny's online. My life is really out of control I'll pay these whores $50 extra just to not use a condom. I let this super hot tranny in Vegas fuck me in the ass with no condom and she came in my ass.

I was pretty happy until I was at my parents and saw an inviitation to my ex gf's wedding on the fridge. For the past week I've been laying around realizing I'm still in love with her and I never talked to her about anything that happened. I just ranaway. One of her friends told me I destroyed her when I left the first time and when I left again she was almost suicidal. I feel broken inside.

Red Flags and Dating Tips for Kinky People

“Red flag” is a term to describe a personal trait or behavior that is common in people who are harmful to their partners. When getting to know someone online it is very important that you look for these red flags. When you see these red flags slow down or stop the relationship. Understand that none of these red flags alone are definitely a sign of a bad person. They only tend to be an indicator of a problem situation. The more you see these red flags, the more you are at risk. Many of these red flags can apply to both unhealthy Dominants and submissives.

These recommendations are to help you avoid getting into an abusive relationship. If you think you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please visit NLA’s Domestic Violence Project web page at: http://www.nlaidvproject.us/

Red Flags:
• Tries to separate you from your friends, family or BDSM community
• Avoids talking about personal details. Gets mad when you ask or quickly ends the conversation or answers questions with questions.
• Has no BDSM references or friends you can talk to. Gets angry when you ask for references or ask around about them.
• Is inconsistent with details about themselves. Does not give you their home and work phone number at the appropriate time.
• Only communicates with you at strange hours and gets mad if you try to contact them at other times.
• Criticizes the BDSM community and refuses to participate, especially if they never were part of it.
• Consistently breaks promises. Always finds excuses for not meeting.
• Always puts blame on others for things going wrong. Does not take personal responsibility.
• Has bad relationships with most or all of their family members.
• Pressures you into doing things you do not want to do. Does not respect your limits, negotiations or contracts.
• Pushes you into a D/s relationship too fast.
• Falls in love with you way too fast and swears undying love before even meeting you.
• Hides behind their D/s authority and says that their authority should not be questioned.
• Tries to make you feel guilty for not being good enough. Says that you are not a “True” sub.
• Loses control of their emotions in arguments and regresses to yelling, name-calling and blame.
• Puts you down in front of other people.
• Turns instantly on their friends, going from best friend to arch enemy at the drop of a hat.
• Treats you lovingly and respectfully one day and then harshly and accusingly the next.
• Goes to great lengths to get revenge on people.
• Lies or withholds information.
• Cheats on you or is overly jealous.
• Will not discuss what your possible future relationship could be like. Tries to keep you in the dark about what might happen next in the relationship.
• Does not respect your feelings, rights, or opinions. Belittles your ideas. Blames you for your hurt feelings.
• Abuses alcohol or other drugs.
• Is constantly asking for large amounts of money from you or others.
• Threatens suicide or other forms of self-harm.
• Deliberately saying or doing things that result in getting themselves seriously hurt.
• Monitors your communications (emails, phone calls, chats) with others.
• Only interacts with you in a kinky or sexual manner as if role-playing. Will not have normal everyday vanilla conversations.
• Never shows you their human side. Is emotionless. Hides their vulnerability behind their D/s role.
• Has multiple online identities for interacting with the same communities.
• Disappears from communication for days or weeks at a time without explanation.
• Is rude to public servants such as waitresses, cashiers and janitors.
• Never says thank you, excuse me or I am sorry to anyone.

Safe Dating and Correspondence Tips

Before meeting:
• Do not give out personal information to strangers right away. This includes your name, phone number, address, place of work or email addresses you use for other purposes. Set up an email address that you use only for BDSM. There will be a time when you will share your information so they can be safe too. However they do not need the information until preparing for the first meeting.
• Do not send money to your online interest. There are online users that earn a living by faking love and pretending to run into hard times.
• When you do make telephone calls, make sure your phone blocks caller ID or call from a public phone. Do not call collect. Your number will appear on their bill.
• Exchange multiple recent nonsexual photographs to avoid embarrassment and hurt feelings.
• Get a background check before meeting. There are several services that will do this through the Internet.
• Make it clear you are not going to engage in any BDSM activity on the first date.

During the meeting:
• Meet in public places, preferably with a friend. Do not let your date pressure you into going somewhere else even if the date is going fine.
• Try to make your first date a daytime event.
• Drive yourself to and from the meeting place. Relying on them for transportation can put you in an unsafe position.
• Establish a safety net complete with safe calls and details on your date. Tell your safety net your date’s information, where you will be going and what to do in case you do not make your safe calls. Make sure your date knows you have a safety net set up. It is a great deterrent.
• Bring along a cell phone on your date and do not become separated from it.
• Do not drink alcohol on your date or leave your drink unattended.
• Never engage in bondage during your initial BDSM session if you are there alone.
• Do not leave your wallet or purse unattended. Your date may dig through them to find out information you do not want them to know.
• If you are traveling to the meeting, do not let them meet you at the airport or bus station. Use cabs or rental cars for going to and from the public meeting place. Do not stay with them or let them make arrangements for you. Do not let them know where you are staying.

Be aware that safe words, safe calls, contracts, negotiations or gut instincts will NOT fully protect you from a real criminal. Take your time and be sure what you are getting into. Criminals have less patience for difficult targets.

Morbidly obese people are physically and morally disgusting, eating themselves to death for whatever reason whilst millions of people starve all over the world. Eating yourself to death is no way to deal with your fucking problems so please commit suicide in a less wasteful manner or god forbid try to eat less.

I honestly can't wait to die, and i don't say this because i'm "suicidal" or that i even want to die. You can judge me and what not but i see death as being a beautiful experience. We are all slaves trapped inside our own human bodies, trapped on earth.
The moment you die you are released from the vessel your forced to be into.
Your soul released into the freedom of another realm you never knew existed, a realm where anything and everything is possible.

I confess, I think voting for Obama is like committing intellect suicide.

I really enjoyed sitting next to some girl on the bus... She was dead cute and I haven't had a girlfriend in years. I moved up a seat so she could sit next to her friends, she was so sweet but I wasn't confident enough to talk to her. She smiled at me and said "thank you" I didn't even reply with "you're welcome".

I could feel our arms touching and her skin was really soft and smooth. Maybe she liked it too, because she didn't move her arm. More likely though, she didn't even think about it.

I feel pathetic, like I'm never going to get a girlfriend. I fantasise about suicide a lot, but i'm too much of a pussy to go through with it.

She was about 17, so am I. Anyone have any advice?

Anyone have anything of a former Suicide Girl named Genisis?

I had a stroke going on two years ago the day after my birthday. I am fifty. The damage is a slight loss of balance now (was severe) and the hearing in my right ear is gone.

I confess that I believe in reincarnation for empirical, and subjective reasons. I sometimes feel suicidal, as if I should reboot.

Either we survive beyond death or not; eventually, we all go there. What is the difference between dieing now or in ten years?

all them wankers in the tents outside saint pauls cathedral are middle to upper class students who will be probably working for the establishment they are against if they can get a good wage out of it, i think they should have a mass suicide to put themselves out of their own misery , fucking wankers

I confess, i was a nerd who almost took it too far.
long story short, i was lonely, depressed, suffering from PTSD. i grew up in a war torn country, and after serving in the military and overseas for well over 5 years i felt ready to put my plan in motion...
sadly thinking back it seems all a bit retarded. essentially i wanted to become the punisher. without too much of a backstory, lets say that those who know my life wouldnt find it too far fetched that this was my plan at one point. but yeah, sounds pretty crazy now that i have 2 children and a wife.
my plan had gotten pretty far, had built a pretty decent armory (now liquidated) and amassed enough intel and skills to pull it off. at least for a little while that is until i would inevitebly take a few shots to the head and die...
essentially i believe this plan was more of a fancy suicide mission then anything. but hey, if you gotta die. might as well go out with a bang.
of course i would have started with easy small fish, black stickup men and dealers. nobody investigates a gang banger getting shot. and shit would they be easy to pick off.
at least those taliban motherfuckers know how to use the sights on their guns, these little street clowns worry more about keeping their pants from falling then about proper aiming and tactical positioning. it would have been like shooting fish in a barrel...
sigh, i should be happy that this is no longer a plan for me. but in a way i wish i had pulled it off.

Can anybody with a Suicide Girls Password put up the pics of Lysis,

she's in the colorado section of the hopefulls, i went to highschool with her and i'm curious as to what she looks like naked

If you're feeling suicidal you've come to the right place.

rejected suicide girl

I confess I have been considering suicide since I got an erection while changing my daughter a few days ago :(