that’s when it hit me

You abused me till it became amusing, time-consuming, hopelessly bruised, and that's when it hit me.   You left me I had no control just some post stick notes on the bedroom wall, and that's when it hit me.   You consumed me till I could no longer see, forgetting how to swim, you all … Continue reading that’s when it hit me

To the friends at jobcenter; please get a waiting room for families and children.

In February/ March time I was rocky on my feet and needed to start up a new life and new claim , and carry on my journey to attempting to revisit my degree which I hope to be doing later this year. It was 30mph record winds and I had arrived early at the centre … Continue reading To the friends at jobcenter; please get a waiting room for families and children.