I have an issue with a few writers on Medium. I do. The lack of compassion and understanding is unbelievable.
Let me start from the beginning. I wrote my complaint about the broken ribs and the state of NHS in the UK.
I thought I expressed myself in a clear manner. I thought that my fellow writers understood my pain. It seems that so-called “fellow writers on Medium” are heartless sons of a bitches! I thought they feel the pain I do. I thought they are brothers and sisters in arms. I was wrong. I feel betrayed. I see them laughing at me. I see them enjoying my pain. I warned them but they ignored me. In the comments, they are nice and friendly individuals but their actions speak louder than their words. How dare they think that I won’t catch them at their evil work. How Dare They?
I am in tears. I can’t stop crying. I am lying on my bed in a croissant position begging pain to stop! And the evil writers keep doing it without any consideration of my pain. Fuck you, bastards!
Do you think your work will make this world a brighter place? Do you think your writings will bring us to some kind of resolution? Do you? Do you want people’s pain to go away? Do you want people to be happy? Well then start from me, you evil, crooked bastards!
My dear reader, do you want to see how these people make me suffer? Be my witness, please!?!
Torturer numero uno, Frank T Bird and his story:
Torturer numero dos, Mike Knittel and his tool of torture:
And the cherry on the evil cake of pain, Kristen Stark and her wicked story:
STOP MAKING ME LAUGH!
