| Amount of texts to »suicide« | 21, and there are 20 texts (95.24%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 420 Characters |
| Average Rating | 1.667 points, 5 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Feb 10th 2002, 01:46:51 wrote Gaddhafi about suicide |
| Latest text | on Nov 21st 2005, 22:48:22 wrote Yahwe Mutabo about suicide |
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on Nov 21st 2005, 22:48:22 wrote
on Dec 5th 2004, 23:30:18 wrote
on Jul 15th 2002, 11:53:12 wrote |
What to do, what to do? I hate my life, I have nothing to live for, yet morals and religion tell me that suicide is wrong. Should I live by what I believe in, by what I know? Or should I just kill myself because it's what I want? I can't undo it once it's done. No hurry for a decision though, I've got the rest of my life to kill myself.
Suicide, it tells, t'aint nothing to be dealt with so briefly, suicide is ramming splinters up your behind, tis listening to Darude wif da headphones made of solid Gold, my brethren always used to say, and with dese words they disappeared in things and things all earthen goods, llike pottery and winning in tha british lottery tis compelling if not shocking to see the cold and rugged, but when you are to deal you better watch your deck, nuf' respect!!!!
By Albert Camus (1913-1960)
Only one serious, philosophical problem exists: Suicide. To determine if life is worth living or not, is to answer the basic question of philosophy.
To commit suicide is to a certain extent – just like melodrama – the same as to confess. To confess that one is conquered by life or that one does not understand life.
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