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Post by The Movie Mark on Aug 27, 2007 13:54:46 GMT -5
Unbelievable. The man is an A-list actor, rich beyond comprehension, and dating women the caliber of Kate Hudson, and he slits his wrist and ingests an unknown quantity of drugs.
If this isn't a prime example of what does NOT feed your soul then I don't know what is.
I hope he gets the help he needs.
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Post by FieryMaid on Aug 27, 2007 14:48:48 GMT -5
MEN! He's just trying to attract a cute and caring bimbo who will want to help him and nurture him.....
Just goes to show you that happiness is NOT a thing to be bought.....it's mentality: being happy with what you got.
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Post by trantee on Aug 28, 2007 2:14:30 GMT -5
happiness is an illusion.. The "second" you get what you want, you're miserable and don't know why and then you want more and want the greener grass on the other side and yadiyah.. and besides, Owen is as messed up as his hairdo  |
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Post by Buffy on Aug 28, 2007 14:55:16 GMT -5
I was also shocked to hear about this. He's just not someone you could see trying to kill themself. But then again, it's not like any of us actually know him. So who knows how he really is in real life. I'm just glad he didn't succeed, and I hope he gets some help. I would have been very sad, if he had managed to do it.
~`Buffy`~
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Post by tangentgirl on Sept 4, 2007 16:51:04 GMT -5
Reminds me of a poem I know quite too well-- (and song based on the poem, for that matter). I thank God I no longer ever want to be Richard Corey.
Well wishes and prayers being sent out into the cosmos for ANYONE who ever struggles with thoughts of suicide (or uses drugs or self-destructive behavior as a means of escape--- been there, done that. Don't advise it or wish it on ANYONE.)
see poem below:
Edwin Arlington Robinson. 1869–1935
Richard Corey
WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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