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The primary goal of this site is to provide mature, meaningful discussion about the Vancouver Canucks. However, we all need a break some time so this forum is basically for anything off-topic, off the wall, or to just get something off your chest! This forum is named after poster Creeper, who passed away in July of 2011 and was a long time member of the Canucks message board community.
Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
Whatever you do, always give 100 %!
Except when donating blood.
Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
You had a grade 7 classmate commit suicide too? Wow the coincidence.
Over the Internet, you can pretend to be anyone or anything.
I'm amazed that so many people choose to be complete twats.
Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
You had a grade 7 classmate commit suicide too? Wow the coincidence.
Nope, just quoting Bowie's Rock'n'roll Suicide. Seemed apt.
Whatever you do, always give 100 %!
Except when donating blood.
Topper wrote:Grade seven, I had a class mate commit suicide because his parents wouldn't let him go to the Bowie concert.
I'm going to guess there were some other issues being dealt with...
Folks had moved a couple of months earlier so I only knew the kid for a brief while. He didn't show up for school one week and by Wednesday word got around that he'd hung himself and why. No grief councillors to coddle us and make us feel sorrowful back then, we just understood he was a weird dude and moved on.
Over the Internet, you can pretend to be anyone or anything.
I'm amazed that so many people choose to be complete twats.
Had a classmate hang herself in grade 10 at what was a very small alternative school ( I got in shit a lot). Used to sell her acid and we'd hang out at the West Van McDonald's, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee like we were all cool. That Mickey Dees is long gone now, but in our years of angst it was the hangout for a couple hundred no-good punks like myself.
The morning after she died, our teacher calmly announced the news and we got on with our day. For me that consisted of stealing answer keys off the staff computer, trying to score broom-closet BJs from the girl that hated her dad, and snorting the ADD kid's Ritalin. They always wondered why the little fucker's Mëds didn't seem to be having any effect.
These days they bring in a trauma team to console the weeping masses when a fucking stranger dies. We are a soft and pathetic society.
