The first time I resolved to die, I had who I call "The only woman I've ever loved." waiting for me to call her back after I threw my phone at my wall. I had just got done listening to her laugh at me while I begged her to tell me why she would betray me. I grabbed my badass Kyocera ceramic knife, and my Spyderco. I slashed once at my wrist with the Spyderco, and thought better of the situation. Besides, I hadn't even had the chance to yell at my love, so I called her back instead. Second time I came close was inspired by her again. Though a much different situation. I had an M-14, and put a bullet in the chamber and stuck the barrel in my mouth. It was very awkward. I had tool playing in my ear. It would have been awesome. I even had managed to scrawl a shitty suicide note. But alas, I bitched out. No one saw me, so I didn't tell anyone. Third time I had a much better plan. My friend told me about how one of his co-workers had put a bag on his head and killed himself through asphyxiation. I bought all the shit I needed, went into my room. Wrote an awesome last will and even signed it. I also wrote another shitty suicide note. Then I wrapped a garbage bag around my head, and taped it up. I spent so much time taping it that I was out of O2 by the time I was done. I laid down for about 5 minutes. My mind began rushing. My lungs began to hurt in a way I've never felt. It's not like holding your breath. It's a pain of lungs tiring. I couldn't help but breath insanely fast. My head started to hurt next. A bad headache began forming. I was getting pissed. If this didn't work, I would lose a lot of brain cells, if it did work, I certainly wasn't losing consciousness any time soon. So I called it off. Too much pain. I don't suggest anyone follow these paths. They suck. They hurt. They're messy.