Ninch55
Chatty Member
Recovery. Jesus, I have ASD, ADHD and chronic depression. I hold down a full time job, pay my rent and bills. My flat is a bleeping hovel but, hey, swings and bloody roundabouts- got to earn a living and as I’m on below the living wage, I’m perpetually skint. If I had a book commissioned for silly money for utter, repulsive, disgusting tripe, it’d have been in weeks before the deadline so that I got paid. Smeg fridge freezer? Sofa in the hall? Welcome to Council Land, sweetheart. Welcome to what shall I go without so that I don’t have to use a food bank? Welcome to being perpetually grateful for the generosity of my friends and neighbours. FFS, will somebody make her stop whining?