Grief. I want my legs back.
Yeah, I appear to be going through a grieving phase again. As I try to get past the horror story that was Croydon.
Watch this mope...
Obviously I'm grateful to those who spotted me a pint to help take the edge off; but...
I needed someone in my life to help, & no-one stepped up for 15 yrs. I was simply surrounded by Alkies.
My legs blowing was a disaster.
Those evil fucking bitches.
The bit that still hurts:
I was told to my face time & time again to get a job.
My legs blowing was due to loneliness, isolation, & hunger.
If someone had stepped up to help I'd probably still have my legs. They would not have blown.
If I still had my legs I'd be back in work by now.
But it wasn't 'convenient' ( read: easy ) enough for them.
Feeling sick yet? Seriously, these women are fucking evil.
There is something in the water in Croydon I swear.
None of this is Feminism. There isn't an ounce of equality or charity in it.
This is rampant & OTT consumerism, mixed with laziness & substance abuse.
You raised this trash *shrugs*.
Watch this mope...
Obviously I'm grateful to those who spotted me a pint to help take the edge off; but...
I needed someone in my life to help, & no-one stepped up for 15 yrs. I was simply surrounded by Alkies.
My legs blowing was a disaster.
Those evil fucking bitches.
The bit that still hurts:
I was told to my face time & time again to get a job.
My legs blowing was due to loneliness, isolation, & hunger.
If someone had stepped up to help I'd probably still have my legs. They would not have blown.
If I still had my legs I'd be back in work by now.
But it wasn't 'convenient' ( read: easy ) enough for them.
Feeling sick yet? Seriously, these women are fucking evil.
There is something in the water in Croydon I swear.
None of this is Feminism. There isn't an ounce of equality or charity in it.
This is rampant & OTT consumerism, mixed with laziness & substance abuse.
You raised this trash *shrugs*.