GazChap wrote:
dogtoffee wrote:
Yet, instead of being a spiteful wanker and finding something bad to say about him I instead passed on my wishes and sadness at what had happened.
There's a world of difference between the two events.
I didn't really talk to Owen much or have much to do with him other than seeing his posts on here, but I still passed on my wishes and condolences. Why? Because he was a member of this forum, and was loved by many.
Amy Winehouse was only one of those.
I'm sure, had she been a member of BeEx (in some bizarro parallel universe) it would have been an entirely different thread.
There's no difference to many, myself included.
I could repeat your first line, only with -
I didn't talk to Amy or have much to do with her other than listening to her lyrics, but I still passed on my etc. Why? because she touched my heart.
And, had some one picked something out about Owen and said it on the internet it would have been fucking
horrible.But what makes it even more simple is that they were both human beings. They were both live tissue that breathed and had feelings and emotions. I don't expect any one to give a shit when I am gone. Hopefully I will serve my purpose and outlive my mother/aunts and uncles and then be gone with no fuss. I don't want any one at my funeral as there's no point. I wouldn't want people pretending to give a shit about me once I am gone, when they couldn't give a shit now. No one bothers with me, very few of my own family can be bothered to come and see me, so I wouldn't want them putting themselves out to try and change it by attending my funeral. I know now that it's probably way too late for them even to forgive the things I did in the past, let alone understand it.
However, the one thing I certainly wouldn't want is a hate crusade against me telling those that
do care about me what a complete cunt I was.
There's no point really. I mean, I would be gone. So, surely if they despised me so much they could just take solace in the fact that they would never have to see me again and just keep schtoom. Not publically announce what a rotten worthless cunt I was.
What's done is done. It's another case of true colours, and there's no taking it back. Maybe I should have left it the fuck alone, given that I couldn't even remember my password here as I hadn't visited since I was told to fuck off when I lost it a bit. Some one pointed me here, I read it, felt the disgust and then, well, the rest is history.
I can truly see and understand what happened to Amy. She was a tortured soul who tried desperately to hold the pieces together and carry on. Even a few days back she was up on stage with her god daughter trying her best to make it look like she had her life under control. I know just what that feels like, sitting around a table at christmas with my entire family throwing out plastic smiles and fake laughs whilst wishing I was dead.
Malia. You seem to be incapable of understanding what I am doing here, and saying here. It's not about my problems at all, it's about your lack of understanding.
One that you have had for a long time.