Steve-O has gone from outrageous jackass to blubbering pansy.
The self-harming dipshit, who was recently admitted to a mental health facility and put on suicide watch, has posted on his MySpace blog about his new-found desire to live:
I'm not ready to die. I'm ready to live. I'm ready to breathe (properly, even). I'm ready to fall in love. I'm ready to become ready to start a family. I'm ready to be happy, fulfilled and meaningful.
Good luck with that.
Steve-O continues:
It is not my intention to glorify my history as a drug abuser with elaborate stories about having sex in lavatories on airplanes after snorting amphetamines off the toilet at the tender age of seventeen.
Mom was very alcoholic, and I feel that is a gross understatement. I know I was always powerless over alcoholism, because it had such a grip on Mom’s adulthood and my childhood, and I never chose to fight it. Until now.
We were frequently on airplanes and, before Mom and Dad would find themselves in the embarrassing position of being caught by other passengers with a crying baby, I was fed alcohol.
You were fed alcohol...when banging your head against the seat would've been so much more effective.
Okay Steve-O, we know...you're a sad pathetic case who's now ready to turn his life around. I'd give you a medal if I didn't think you'd try to pin it to the inside of your colon.
