It is Easy, for me to sit here in front of my computer and post this, that, and the other.
It is another thing for me to be able to perform this, that or the other.
According to the Social Security Administration, I can do all of this, that and the other.
But I can't walk without the help of a cane.
I can't sit for more than a 1/2 an hour on any chair.
I can't stand for more than 1/2 an hour on my feet.
Besides the pain in my back, I suffer from diabetes pain in my feet and hands.
Yet, I can't find an attorney that will take my case and I am on my own.
Since Citizens Disability Fracked up my initial hearing.
I have until Friday, September 25, of this year to get to my local Social Security Office and file my next Appeal.
Yet my truck sits in the parking lot with a blown hydraulic hose and no money to have it fixed.
I have put some of my most prized keepsakes up for sale to try and get the truck fixed.
Yet, I guess what I have is not worth anything to anyone else but me.
I fail to see why life is such a great thing.
I was as loyal as an employee as anyone, yet I've been screwed over time and time again because I'm a softy.
If the world doesn't want me, so be it. I'm better off gone.
But why make my family suffer for what I am, for what ever I have done, or will ever do, or what ever?
Frankly, I can't (beep) see any (beep beep) reason I should even be in existence.
You'all a wonderful bunch of people, I'm sorry I got no one else to whine to.
It is another thing for me to be able to perform this, that or the other.
According to the Social Security Administration, I can do all of this, that and the other.
But I can't walk without the help of a cane.
I can't sit for more than a 1/2 an hour on any chair.
I can't stand for more than 1/2 an hour on my feet.
Besides the pain in my back, I suffer from diabetes pain in my feet and hands.
Yet, I can't find an attorney that will take my case and I am on my own.
Since Citizens Disability Fracked up my initial hearing.
I have until Friday, September 25, of this year to get to my local Social Security Office and file my next Appeal.
Yet my truck sits in the parking lot with a blown hydraulic hose and no money to have it fixed.
I have put some of my most prized keepsakes up for sale to try and get the truck fixed.
Yet, I guess what I have is not worth anything to anyone else but me.
I fail to see why life is such a great thing.
I was as loyal as an employee as anyone, yet I've been screwed over time and time again because I'm a softy.
If the world doesn't want me, so be it. I'm better off gone.
But why make my family suffer for what I am, for what ever I have done, or will ever do, or what ever?
Frankly, I can't (beep) see any (beep beep) reason I should even be in existence.
You'all a wonderful bunch of people, I'm sorry I got no one else to whine to.
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