
GentleJerk
Carrot juice pimp.
- Dec 14, 2021
- 1,372
My time is drawing near. I can feel the wolves are closing in and nipping at my heels.
I've been quite unwell for some time, the final nails in my coffin put there by a so-called friend who I thought I could trust. I'm sick of being mistreated by medical professionals, ignored and denied help, as I attempted to seek treatment over these last couple of years while my condition worsened everyday. It's beyond a point where I can believe it is all incompetence. This is deliberate mistreatment, with the aim of allowing illness to progress as much as possible. There is no doubt in my mind about this.
Even if my organs fail, I crash and end up in emergency, where they finally acknowledge the severity of my situation, and offer to begin some sort of treatment- I would be against wanting to trust these parasites with my life and humbly bowing before them, to grovel for help in my hour of need. I would rather not give them that satisfaction.
There's an old saying: dead men tell no tales. They fucking got me good. I should never have opened my mouth or stuck my neck out. If you are reading this, and know things you probably shouldn't, for heavens sake- play dumb and keep it to yourself.
When the time comes that I may choose to make an exit, I most likely will not have the time to announce it, or plan any sort of goodbye on the day. So I say to you all now, thank you for being here in my final months. This place has provided me with so much, and I will always be very grateful for everything. I wish I could stick around for years to come, and watch my daughter grow up while I work every second of the day to make her life the best it could be. Fate was not so kind.
I will try to notify everyone somehow if possible, otherwise, If I stop logging in and disappear for more than a couple of weeks, that will mean I have passed on.
All the very best, forever and always,
GentleSoul
I've been quite unwell for some time, the final nails in my coffin put there by a so-called friend who I thought I could trust. I'm sick of being mistreated by medical professionals, ignored and denied help, as I attempted to seek treatment over these last couple of years while my condition worsened everyday. It's beyond a point where I can believe it is all incompetence. This is deliberate mistreatment, with the aim of allowing illness to progress as much as possible. There is no doubt in my mind about this.
Even if my organs fail, I crash and end up in emergency, where they finally acknowledge the severity of my situation, and offer to begin some sort of treatment- I would be against wanting to trust these parasites with my life and humbly bowing before them, to grovel for help in my hour of need. I would rather not give them that satisfaction.
There's an old saying: dead men tell no tales. They fucking got me good. I should never have opened my mouth or stuck my neck out. If you are reading this, and know things you probably shouldn't, for heavens sake- play dumb and keep it to yourself.
When the time comes that I may choose to make an exit, I most likely will not have the time to announce it, or plan any sort of goodbye on the day. So I say to you all now, thank you for being here in my final months. This place has provided me with so much, and I will always be very grateful for everything. I wish I could stick around for years to come, and watch my daughter grow up while I work every second of the day to make her life the best it could be. Fate was not so kind.
I will try to notify everyone somehow if possible, otherwise, If I stop logging in and disappear for more than a couple of weeks, that will mean I have passed on.
All the very best, forever and always,
GentleSoul
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