.....so there's this thing in the UK where you are interviewed by a 'health care specialist' or HCS for short, which is actualy somebody employed by the government to ensure they do not have to pay you anything as you're totally fit for work...when in fact the opposite may be true....i should think wandering into one's doctors surgery and shouting 'cunts' might be perfectly reasonable behaviour in 'cuntsville' but generally...people don't do it, it's kinda a 'no-no'.....i did not intend and plan before going to my doctors that i would leave shouting they were all a bunch of fucking cunts yesterday...no...i was simply going to pick up my fortnightly medication agreed with myself and my doctor at our last consultation where she finally realised that prozac was not going to have me wandering happily into the sunset cured of all ailments...no i had a 'condition'...i am broken machinery....i have a faulty mechanism...i shout 'cunt' in doctors surgeries...i have borderline personality disorder and therefore beyond her training to cure..
where is this all going
where am i going?
where are any of us going?
anyhoo's i have this thing called a 'tribuneral' coming up at some point but no date yet...as the HCP considered me fit for work...nothing wrong...absolutely fine, i'll just ignore the fact that you clearly have not washed and say you are well kempt and the fact you can barely construct a legible sentence and you're telling me want to sleep and never wake up...perfectly normal...scars all up and down both arms..not a problem.....so she constructs imaginary things about my typical day where i do housework and cook meals...anyone looking at my house see's this not to be the case......i have not washed for months...no i am not proud, i am deeply ashamed...since when is it a hardship to go into water and get clean??....when you are suffering from a fucking mental disorder...fucks sake some stupid french cunt knocked me off my fucking bike when i was 10 and fucking broke my little happy head and turned it into this frazzled stinking heap of a human who is desperate to self medicate but cxannot as the fucking government decided to ban the stuff...so now i consume colmans fuel soaked crystals in a bid for escapism....
but surely i am quite obviously fucking fine
i sent off a hand written 'epic' letter of 14 sides with my blood smeared all over the envelope...just to make a point...actualy...i stabbed my thumb with the pen lid and my thumb bled onto the envelope...on realising this i decide to make the most of it and smear as much blood over it as i could squeeze out of that little stabbing.....i self harm on a regular basis so it is on my mind to send another letter this time writing with my blood and not a pen....2 for the price of one....the self harm release and not a waste of the blood that i bleed.....but...i'm totally fine..there could be one of me working in the booth next to you and you will not know until that day that they begin yelling 'CUNT' and everyone and slashing their arms with a paperclip...but that is all quite normal
according to that stupid fucktard 'fiona the HCP' perfectly fucking normal CUNT
where is this all going
where am i going?
where are any of us going?
anyhoo's i have this thing called a 'tribuneral' coming up at some point but no date yet...as the HCP considered me fit for work...nothing wrong...absolutely fine, i'll just ignore the fact that you clearly have not washed and say you are well kempt and the fact you can barely construct a legible sentence and you're telling me want to sleep and never wake up...perfectly normal...scars all up and down both arms..not a problem.....so she constructs imaginary things about my typical day where i do housework and cook meals...anyone looking at my house see's this not to be the case......i have not washed for months...no i am not proud, i am deeply ashamed...since when is it a hardship to go into water and get clean??....when you are suffering from a fucking mental disorder...fucks sake some stupid french cunt knocked me off my fucking bike when i was 10 and fucking broke my little happy head and turned it into this frazzled stinking heap of a human who is desperate to self medicate but cxannot as the fucking government decided to ban the stuff...so now i consume colmans fuel soaked crystals in a bid for escapism....
but surely i am quite obviously fucking fine
i sent off a hand written 'epic' letter of 14 sides with my blood smeared all over the envelope...just to make a point...actualy...i stabbed my thumb with the pen lid and my thumb bled onto the envelope...on realising this i decide to make the most of it and smear as much blood over it as i could squeeze out of that little stabbing.....i self harm on a regular basis so it is on my mind to send another letter this time writing with my blood and not a pen....2 for the price of one....the self harm release and not a waste of the blood that i bleed.....but...i'm totally fine..there could be one of me working in the booth next to you and you will not know until that day that they begin yelling 'CUNT' and everyone and slashing their arms with a paperclip...but that is all quite normal
according to that stupid fucktard 'fiona the HCP' perfectly fucking normal CUNT