The only thing I know about love is that it's a weakness.
You're just a dog that likes getting kicked around. Gia should have stayed with you longer and drained more of your money. I would have.
Possum: "It's kinda funny (to me) because he was in a movie where his character's kid accidentally killed himself by autoeroticasphyxiation."
World's Greatest Dad. It caught me off guard when I first learned that it was directed by Bobcat Goldthwait.
Reaper: "So he killed himself, so fucking what."
It means no more movies or jokes from him. His life has believed weight compared to other nameless nobodies.
Prayforoursinners: "He was funny I wonder what made him kill himself."
Have you looked into his life much? He gave me the impression often that he was uncomfortable with himself and life.
Most "funny people" have something that tortures them, and it's usually accompanied by a battle with vices.
He made my kids laugh, cheered me up and brought me out of quite a few crappy moods. He contributed to charity, made his community richer, unlike more celebrities than I can count, who spent their money on useless narcissistic bullshit. I may have even been one of the poor he helped with his charity work. I mean real resources, not just shits and giggles.
He was one of my role models, an inspiration to keep smiling and keep striving when I thought poverty might kill me.
It makes normal people sad when their friends and heroes lose a fight. Not that you care or anything... but you did ask why anybody should care.
The feeling is called gratitude. It's the direct result of altruism and the glue that keeps our societies from disintegrating into egocentrism and chaos.
He will be missed. :'(
by Pink01LOL... you must be miserable. Love is not "weak"
I've never loved anyone in the standard definition of the word but I don't think love is a weakness lol. You just have to devalue everything, don't cha?
Someone must have broken your heart real good
I identify with Harley Quinn, because I also fell for a man who tried to kill me, and part of my PTSD diagnosis is that in order to cope, I imagine myself as the male abuser with a plastic dick so I can feel the same power my abuser felt when he beat the shit out of me.
He tried to kill me because someone lied and said I was cheating, but I was completely devoted to my Mistah J.
I only ended up leaving because he accidentally almost hurt my daughter, and even though I'm a sociopathic bad mother who doesn't care about her at all, I decided to manipulate the system so it seemed like I had a good reason to leave my abusive relationship.