Regardless of what others think of me or my morals, I'll shed no tears for her. I do have compassion and feel for her friends and family, but junkies are the scourge of the earth IMHO, and if every one of them were gone tomorrow I wouldn't care. Until society stops glorifying pop and rock star junkies as role models, impressionable youngsters won't get the message. Drugs kill, and any one who experiments just once runs the risk of going down Amy's route. So am I sad? No! She had a talent and she wasted it. There are far more people who do great things with their life who never see a newspaper, adulation or the trappings of their success or achievement. I'll keep my tears for them thankyou. :| May she rest in peace and her friends and family find comfort.
If I offend anyone, then accept my apologies. But, they are my honest thoughts.
That is going to go down like a lead balloon mate!
I do agree with you though.
But having said that, when I was younger I was on the slippery slope. I started on with a bit of ganja with the mates, for a laugh. Smoked my self stupid (literally!) for a number of years. Then one day, the buzz wasn't enough, so I tried some speed.
Really liked that, and was using the stuff for several months.
Then one day, a 'mate' gave me some real nasty stuff, pure speed, cut with heroin.
Jesus, I was ROUGH! I was laid on the deck, almost unconcious throwing up for several hours.
The lads were on the verge of calling 999 I was such a mess.
That was the kick up the arse I needed to get me away from drugs. And the fact that I was such a druggy my lush girlfriend was going to leave me.
From that evening onwards, I have never touched any kind of drug since (although I am a smoker, but NOT herbal smokes!!!)
I had no reason to do drugs. I had a good life, a good family, a job etc, it was purely for fun which got a bit out of hand.
The thought of either of my kids doing it when they grow up scares the crap outta me.
It is really SOOOOOO easy to get hooked.
Before I hit the 'hard stuff', I was just smoking weed. Vast amounts of it.
I'd just sit in my room, smoking away.
I'd get up for work at 0700, the first thing I done was have a spliff.
Get to work for 0830, tea break was 1030, by which point, I was starting to feel rough. I needed my fix at tea break.
Lunch break was 1230, and I didn't eat much, just sat in the car, getting stoned again.
Afternoon tea break was at 1500, and same again, spliffs in the car.
This went on for about 3 years or so, until the terrible experience happended.
My point is, on one hand I don't feel sorry for Amy, on the other hand I do, as I know a) how easy it is to get into drugs, and b) how hard it is to stop.
I was well and truely addicted to Cannabis, even though
apparantly it's not addictive............
I occasionaly see people I used to hang around with doing drugs, and one in particular is a right smack head now.
Everytime I see him, I thank God (if there is one!) that I didn't turn out like that.
Scary stuff............