Okay, I have tried a few times with stuff that I think in the back of my head i knew wouldn't kill me, overdosing of pills and stuff like that. The only attempt i genuinely thought would work was the insulin one. My friend is a diabetic, and he keeps spare needles and mine in case he ever loses his. I took two needles worth, and injected them into myself. I had done a bit of research and I was pretty sure that would be enough to kill me. Anyway i passed out, and woke up a few hours later, feeling very hungry but other wise fine, i was quite astonished. This is not the first time something like that had happened to me, first time was not a suicide attempt tho, i was at a party, i was very very drunk and had smoked a lot of weed and someone drugged me, shoved 4 or 5 Es down my throat. I woke up the next day with slight nausea but was otherwise fine. Later that day i found out there was a boy at the party about my age who had not been drunk or smoked any weed and had take 2 Es and was now in a hospital. On the one hand I'm I sort of feel good that I'm alive, because it makes me feel like my strong, almost immortal. But at the same time i spend every day wishing i had succeeded.