Is it easy to kill yourself? _ Classic Net Pick

Lunch with my girlfriend, she said gently, do not like my natural curls, I hastened to express myself can straighten. She said that nature is beauty, I looked at her processed double eyelid, asked her how to do? She replied impatiently, "go to hell." "Then, floated away.   I think, I am probably lovelorn. A man after dinner, back to his room, and think of her told me to die. This is a serious question.   I called the best male friend and he told me to die before I could speak. I called the best female friend and she told me to die before I could speak. Presumably they were having a midday exercise, and I disturbed their interest.   Even they told me to die, I think, I really damn.   Hang yourself. As a child watching TV, there are a lot of hanging, in my mind deep-rooted, but I can not find the use of hanging tools.   A hard-hearted, I cut the sheets, anyway, to die, it is useless to keep.   took a 2.1-metre rag, and I found there was no place to hang myself in the room. Now the beam of the building is not the same as before, presumably to prevent people like me hanging.   I began to regret the act of cutting the sheets.   Jump off the bar, come also happy. I jumped onto the balcony, but I neglected to live on the second floor. Jump from this altitude, it is estimated that the most is a comminuted fracture.   I jumped out of the balcony again, bitterly.   I was a hard-hearted, climbed to the eight floor, plan to jump down from the sky platform. To the eight floor, I found that to the sky, need a wooden ladder.   I do not have the heart to borrow wood ladder, lest let others guilt lifetime.   Electric shock Bar. That moment of feeling, should be a good bar.   I suddenly think of yesterday's blackout, 12:00--14:00 power, now is 13:30, that is to say, I have to wait half an hour.   People want to kill themselves, they still have to wait for it to call.   Luckily it was only half an hour and it passed quickly.   The wires in the room were buried in the walls, and I had to go into the hallway.   I stood on the stool, trembling to find the cut line. Because of lack of electricity and physics knowledge, I cut the wrong line. We started the blackout again on this floor.   residents came out, found my evil activities, all to blame me, scrambling to send a sentence: "Why don't you Die?"   I stood on the stool, weeping without tears. God, where do they know, I just want to die.   I apologized and promised to get someone to fix it as soon as possible, and they just let me go.   It seems that the road is out of line again.   Take sleeping pills. There's no pain in that kind of death. There is a pharmacy across the street from  . The first time, I was probably the most and one to take care of its business. The boss said, sleeping pills 48 yuan A bottle, I think expensive, bargain 38Yuan, a few rounds of bargaining, finally to 43 yuan deal.   I suddenly found myself so tacky that I was going to die anyway and ask for money.   I strongly asked the boss to deal with me at a price of 198.7 yuan, which is all my possessions.   Boss Spit on my tongue, looked at me for two minutes, determined to be mentally ill, peace of conscience to deal with me.   Took a sleeping pill, I crossed the road, frighten a BMW to slam the brakes, parked in my body is only 18 centimeters away from the place. The driver was yelling at me, "Are you going to die?"   I took the sleeping pill, directed at him: "Is rushing to die, you have the ability to kill me!" The   driver spit his tongue and drove his car very fast.   Back to the room, I found the thermos without boiling water.   Neighbors very well, poured a large cup, and asked me what to do, I said to eat sleeping pills, he was concerned to ask me to eat more.   The man who has no humanity, actually asked me to take more sleeping pills.   Back to my room, I threw the sleeping pill into my mouth as I leaned my neck.   So many grains that I didn't choke.   After the drug, the most direct reaction is that I have to go to the bathroom, spent 15 minutes, sleeping pills began to work.   I lie on my bed and start to say goodbye to the world.   I remember forgetting to write a suicide note. Forget it, there's no legacy anyway.   I thought it was all over.  3 an hour later, I woke up again, more sober than usual.   I use the most vulgar words, lambaste the manufacturers to produce false sleeping pills.   Belly began to protest.   I have to have dinner. The money in the   wallet, I've given it to the drugstore owner.   I have to borrow money.   Tomorrow, I have to buy new sheets.   Tomorrow, I have to find someone to repair the wire.   Since death is so troublesome, it will be alive.