Listen to the song "Burning of the Midnight Lamp" by Jimi Hendrix. It describes a man who is wanting to end his life, but knows suicide is wrong. And when midnight comes around he feels like he has accomplished something by making it through another day.
I would hang myself off the white house with a long enough rope to swing through the oval office window.
I would never commit suicide because I'm a pussy. It would hurt me more to hurt my family. If I did kill myself I'd have to start the car up in the garage and sit still with the door closed. I'd do a lot of drugs and maybe OD while waiting for my death. If I was out of town I'd just jump off a building but I still wanna be pretty when I'm dead. I don't want to bleed or have any head damage. I don't want my guts to be spread all over the ground for someone else to clean up.
Shotgun all the way, my only problem with that is the mess. I mean an ungodly mess. I'm thinking arsenic might be a better choice. Certainly cleaner anyway.
My last time around I felt like a failure cause I didn't go through with it. A feeling of accomplishment was quite contrary to what I felt.
getting high on painkillers, taking quite a few sleeping pills, then a half hour later, taking enough pills of something else to die. the painkillers will give you the balls while the sleeping pills ensure you die in your sleep.
anything really. a couple bottles of valium, xanax...whatever would do it without making you puke. i'm sure google would have the answer there.
I'd go sky diving into the ocean without a parachute, just a free fall from the sky down to earth, and that would be my last moment alive, I like surfing, it's a good way to go. Suicide fascinates me though, how a person can go through the whole thought process of setting up a scenario where they kill themselves, that's very interesting to me.