Look, that sort of detail doesn't matter - slash/slice/whatevs - I'm lying here bleedin' to death. My vision is going, I'm light-headed, noting matters any more. Nothing. For KRYUST'S SAKES, Man - it's "YOU'RE"
Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea. Eye strike a quay and type a word And weight four it two say Weather eye am wrong oar write It shows me strait a weigh. As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite It's rare lea ever wrong. Eye have run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no It's letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me sew.
I was ignoring this thread but happen to see the bit about DA slashing his wrists and got interested any pictures
That's the last straw - it WAS only a cry for help before, but now I'm actually going to THINK about it. There, I've thought about it.