"When it gets cold and it feels like the end theres no place to go you know I wont give in" -Avril Lavigne
This sucks in every possible way... I know that this seems trivial and silly.... but Cory Monteith's death seriously makes me sad... I know that i didnt even actually know him and all... but i knew him through his character. And while that character may not be him in real life, it does show how amazingly talented he is.
I am not ashamed to admit that i am a die-hard Gleek. I love everything about show business. And that show is included in that. Cory's character was actually my favorite. So the fact that he is just suddenly gone, means his character no longer exists either. So in a way, i have lost a friend. In a very weird way. My heart actually breaks for Lea as i sit here and listen to all the songs they sang together on the show.
The power of addictions seems to be so incredibly underestimated and misunderstood... people see it as something to hide, and be shameful of. Like it is something the affected have control over... well it isnt. I know this from personal experience. The only thing the affected has any control over, is the initial use. And the person is obviously in no state to be making rational choices. In Cory's case, he was 13. His parents had split, and while i cannot pretend to know what went through his mind when he picked up that first drug... i imagine he felt like most young kids, he felt at fault. He needed something to dull the pain. He was desperate. that is definitely something i can relate to...
Have you ever experienced something so painful you wished you could just disappear? Or you felt like you entire emotional being was imploding and you just wished there was a way you could turn it off? Well if you have, then you HAVE experienced the same feeling that leads to that first use of drugs. the only difference between you and an addict is that you did not have that drug readily given to you or near you when you were feeling that pain. You didn't have anything to put the idea that it would make the pain go away in your head. YOU were lucky.
So I would like each and every one of you to stop looking down on addicts. that person needs help. Not your disapproving glares or judgement. After all, you have been one decision away from being in the exact same shoes as that person.
If my vagina was a gun, you would stand for its rights,
You would ride on buses and fight all the fights.
If my vagina was a gun, you would treat it with care,
You wouldn’t spill all its secrets because, well, why go there.
If my vagina was a gun, you’d say what it holds is private
From cold dead hands we could pry, you surely would riot.
If my vagina was a gun, its rights would all be protected,
no matter the body count or the children affected.
If my vagina was a gun, I could bypass security,
concealed carry laws would ensure I’d have impunity.
If my vagina was a gun, I wouldn’t have to beg you,
I could hunt this great land and do all the things men do.
But my vagina is not a gun, it is a mightier thing,
With a voice that rings true making lawmakers’ ears ring.
Vaginas are not delicate, they are muscular and magic,
So stop messing with mine, with legislation that’s tragic.
My vagina’s here to demand from the source,
Listen to the voices of thousands or feel their full force.
Not sure who wrote this. But I definitely love it!
My name is Tiffani.
With Tornado and SAQ