Terri Shiavo is my hero
I haven't posted in a while. The reason for this is becuase for the past month and a half I've been in a vegetative state in order to fully understand what Terri's been going through. Now that she's dead I've finally resurfaced with a new perspective on life. Being a vegetable isn't any more depressing than living life normally. It's the same black darkness that I live from day to day, only with less crying. I just wish someone would care enough about me to pull my feeding tube.