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Sunday 4 March 2018

❤️ I’m Worldwide BAYBEE!!!!

My worldwide readers!!! Thank you for taking the time to visit me, whether you love or loath me. Please, don’t be like me and learn from your own mistakes, please learn from mine and save yourself a lifetime of hell. If only one person reads this and chooses not to take drugs, my blog has been worth it.

God bless, keep coming back, I have nothing but love for you all.

I’ve probably missed some countries off, as I’ve had posts about them before and deleted them.

Keep sharing the Famous Junkie’s Love! I wanna be world wide.

Whether you love me or hate me... if just one person is prevented from the hell that is drug addiction (especially those who self medicate their ADHD), I’ve won!

Whether I disgust you, or intrigue you.. God bless you all!

Australia ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ 
Austria ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น 
Bangladesh ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ 
Belgium ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช 
Brazil ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท  
Cameroon ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ 
Canada ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ 
Catalan ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ 
China ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ 
Columbia ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด
Croatia ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท 
Cyprus ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ 
Czech Republic ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ 
Denmark ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ 
Estonia ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช 
Finland ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ 
France ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท 
Germany ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช 
Greece ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท 
Hungary ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ 
India ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ
Indonesia ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ 
Ireland ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช 
Israel ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ
Italy ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น 
Japan ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต 
Mexico ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ 
Netherlands ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ 
Norway ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด 
Panama ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ 
Philippines ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ 
Poland ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ 
Portugal ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น 
Romania ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด 
Russia ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ 
Seychelles ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ 
Singapore ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ 
Slovakia ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ
South Africa
Spain ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ
Sweden ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช 
Switzerland ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ
Thailand ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ 
Turkey ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท 
Turkmenistan ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ 
Ukraine ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ 
United Arab Emirates ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช
United Kingdom ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง 
United States ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ 
Venezuela ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช 
Vietnam ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ 




Think I’ve accidentally added one extra in Africa! But it’s such a hassle trying to do this map, so if that’s your country, hit one of your home boys up to click on one of my links, and ta-da. Sorted.

There’s many more but these are the only ones that I can see listed on my blog stats.

If you’re reading from another country not listed, let me know! I’ll get you added!!

Australia has been the only English speaking country that hasn’t read my blog before, so yay! 


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Saturday 3 March 2018

❤️ Why Are You Obsessed With Me

Right, I’ve had 5 abusive messages from you. The police have told you to stop contacting me. 

I shall go to Sutton police and tell them you’re still abusing me.

You’re not clever enough to put any preventative measures into place to hide your identify.

Every computer, mobile, tablet as a finger print. 

1. You tell me to take an overdose?
Unlike you, who has only taken from society through drug detox, mental institutions, 4 children adopted, abused the benefit system, never worked, relies on government for housing, spends all her money on crack, goes to homeless food banks to fill her cupboards, commits crime, lowest of the low... sZe.the £1 shop... while I do have a drug problem, bar two years, I’ve always worked in roles where I give back. I spend my hard earned wages on my drugs, not the tax payers money you should be using to eat with. You should take your own advice and save us taxpayers thousands of pounds. 

2) Calling me ‘smakhead’ sic. I don’t even use smack, unlike you. Also, unlike you, I’ve mastered the complex spelling of smack. 

3) Ugly rat - babes you’re the grey skinned, over weight, manky teethed one. I know your jealous. 

4) pretending to be N’s family - now, even those with mental retardation, would change their language and spelling if pretending to be someone else. For example, if I was pretending to be you, I’d write like this - 4xample if I woz tryin 2 b u id writ lik dis u ugly junk ie smakhead . Go kill yaself. 

5) also, leaving a message at 4.18am it clear its sent by a proper smack head, coz even this junkie was asleep by them.

6) you begged me to get you a mobile contract. Even N can get one of them

7) chose drugs over 4 children 

8) NEVER WORKED

9) Taken about x 10 from the system than your average Joe. Will pay ZERO back.

10) Let her home be a crack den for £10 crumbs of crack a day. 

I normally hide identities,  but Kate, you are a piece of shit. A true stereotypical junkie. It’s you, who give functional addicts like me a bad reputation.

Evidence of this weirdos obsession and the weirdo.








❤️ And While I’m Sat Here Feeling Miserable

Ok, I’m on a bit of a low at the moment. Nothing to cause concern. I’m not stashing my pills, although starting propranolol again, triggers thoughts of suicide.

I know this is just expected, when one suffers with ADHD.

The propranolol actually helps with the stomach churning anxiety. But the lows still are present. And, bar work, I struggle to undertake the simplest of life’s prerequisite, such as feeding myself, cleaning my home and bathing.

I sit, fretting about, what will never be. What if this happens, what if that? It rarely does. Still, if one anticipates an alternative ending, more positive, and the negative is the actual outcome, I will be crushed to a greater extent than if one spends an unreasonable amount of time, raising my levels of cortisol right now (stressing now basically).

And then I watched a CBeebies documentary. Yes, that’s kids BBC, I love documentaries though. One can never have too much information.

It was on a young man called Johnathon Bryan, and he aged 10.

Johnathan has incredibly complex disabilities. He needs oxygen 24-7. He can’t eat food. He can’t walk. He can’t talk. 

For many years, he attended a special education school. Sadly, these schools, whilst excellent and the staff dedicate a lot into stimulating the children, the children are not given the opportunity to learn to read or write.

Johnathon’s mother, a real life saint, never tiring of having the struggles of having to provide the same attention required to care for a baby, under 1 year, never gave up.

She created a ‘speach’ board and Johnathon took to it.

Oh boy, did he take to it!

Johnathon’s level of communication, surpasses his class mates. He’s articulate and eloquent, far beyond his years.

What I’ve just watched, written by Johnathon, even makes my own communication seem juvenile.

Breath taking. How much frustration the years where he could not communicate must have been.

I wonder if God, when giving Johnathon such devastating disabilities, also gave him intelligence far beyond what would be expected.

How many other non verbal children, have been blessed in other areas. When God takes away with one hand, he gives with the other. 

Hopefully Johnathon’s campaign for every non-verbal child to be taught to communicate will be achieved.

Please follow your ambition to be a writer Johnathon! I would love to read an autobiography of your life when you’re older 


Friday 2 March 2018

❤️ Wish I Knew About This 20 Years Ago

And I’ve been relying on drugs and alcohol 




❤️ Snow Fun

This week I have been mostly writing rude words in the snow




❤️ 02nd March 2018 - Journal

So, we’ve established my pins are being sabotaged.

Due to the fact they are on my 24-7, I had a feeling it was an inside job.

So, I’ve been waiting.

Last night, had a smoke, N wanted a sleeping tablet.

He normally needs 1/2 max!

Went sleep.

Woke up and caught him in my bag.

Moved it to the windowsill.

Woke up again and it was on the floor.

Went mad, was fed BS it’s all in my head.

Sleeping tablet I gave remains on the side.

Apparently he needed two and took out 3, hence the tablet still there.

Why, when I caught him the first time he didn’t ask... well that’s an enigma which will never be solved.

Trust gone.

I knew this would happen. 100%.

Roll on my house move!!

Thursday 1 March 2018

❤️ 01st March 2018 - Journal

I do mostly enjoy my ADHD superpower. The endless energy. The playful nature. The impulsivity which has infectious humour. The need for mischief. To be liked. To be the best.

If there were no negative consequences, it would be a super power. Multitasking. Intelligent. Unrealistic ability to connect with others through curiosity, the need to talk and the need to be liked.

But the disability ADHD means the amazing highs are accompanied by the most crushing lows. The stomach churning anxiety, reliving with sickening cringes, remembering events anyone else would have long forgot. 

The constant criticism, self doubt, self hate. 

The same traits which I adore... talking impulsively, also can mean negative reactions from others.

The lows are debilitating. I sit, engrossed in nothing worth while. Hyper focused on my phone. Desperately trying to occupy my mind with anything other than my self created shame and guilt.

Whilst the highs, surpass any illegal substance, the lows are severe enough to trigger suicide.

ADHD thought - eventually ADHD will evolve to not include these negative traits. The negative will eventually breed themselves out the gene pool with suicide, self harm and neglect for one selves.

They have feed back on the EA’s at work and the number of customer surveys. Out of 15 EAs around 8 featured in a pretty bar graph. 7 people hovered at the 2 mark. One at the 10. It was me.... I was horrified. Rather than view this as a success, I panicked I looked like a saddo who sat at home and fraudulently completed surveys on them self.

‘That graph isn’t correct, I’ve had 10’ said a colleague. I quickly realised they had to scale, reduced the numbers. So if 2 equates to 8, 10 equates to 40.

I emailed my manager I stated I hadn’t done any. I have him both my normal and VPN IP addresses.

I received praise from Mr I Want You Fired manager. The venom was clear, well to me and my stupid empathic nature.

I had a shit morning... too many needy, or upset feeling candidates. So I felt terrible picking up all that energy.

Anyway bored now

J

❤️ 10th April 2015 - 17th April 2015 - MEET THE JUNKETTES!!!! Part 2

These are the people who stalked me whilst on the way to the Nut House (Springfield) 




*actually whilst in the Nut House Grounds

#iwillbefamous #thetruth #Itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

❤️ Things That Annoy Me

Reality TV
Watched something weight loss so I don’t look like a stranded whale on the beach when my ex is here too. Presented by some Geordie who over exaggerates every word which leaves her mouth. Unless your IQ is boardering on mental retardation, it is as patronising as fuck. To add salt to a freshly sliced wound, this Vicky (I think), is sat there with her gut hanging over the size 8 trousers which are too small for her. There are sooo many incredibly healthy bloggers these days. Choosing someone who could do with losing 7-14lbs herself is hardly motivational. I know why I stick to documentaries. This annoyed the fuck out of me. Actually reverted me to the self conceded, arrogant POS I used to be (and now despise).

Unrealistic Dramas
Ok, I’m actually enjoying Bliss on Sky 1. The last drama I watched must have been Humans.. series 1. However this plot has holes all over! Sky - please use some of the extortionate fees you charge to pay for researchers. The main character is completely neurotic. There’s no way TWO wives would put up with this behaviour for 15 years. He definitely would have tripped up by now. 

Queue Jumpers
Maybe I’m too old school and polite. Maybe due to the bullshit spread about me, I received more negative behaviour. But am I fucking invisible?!? Queue jumping... That’s ingrained in my British behavioural traits. I hate queue jumpers. Which leads to....

People Who Arrive On The Tube Platform AFTER ME, But Got Lucky Coz The Tube Didn’t Stop Where It Should
Ok... when I’m unlucky I hate the lucky. Tables turned and I feel smug. Can’t really complain can I? 

Taking Two Seats On Public Transport
Now, I generally only use public transport in rush hour. I don’t care if you’re going 1-2 stops, in rush hour this is akin to treason. I will ask you to move if there’s no other seats and annoy you with the fact I have to carry a bag big enough for my kitchen sink! If it’s quiet and you’re going a couple of stops, that’s ok. I can get claustrophobic myself on the inside seat. But, bus fills up... move you selfish prick.

People Who Behave Like Detrimental Stereotypes
I have a good heart. I endeavour to judge the real person for what they are on the inside. But I am only human. I can, revive the nasty, self entitled bitch, from my 20’s... quick to judge you on your appearance. Not that it’s an excuse, but being fat and bullied for being ugly from 10-18 spurned this appalling behaviour. I’m different now... but I HATE people who behave like negative stereotypes. Large people who are lazy. Unemployed people who rip off the benefit system and don’t want to work. Young people who want to be famous for nothing and have £30k a year with no experience, qualifications or work ethic. Single mums having more children they can provide for, for the pay rise from the government. Criminals who give up their ways, but refuse to start from the bottom on the employment ladder, like most people do at 16-20. Poorly parented children, fed junk and E numbers, with parents crying ADHD. People who are ‘disabled’ through self inflicted behaviours. Miserable old women... I brushed past one on a packed bus the other day, who cried out loud, when my small handbag brushed her arm. People who thinks the world owes them a living and don’t take responsibility for their poor life choices. I could write this paragraph all night.

Negative Outlook
Yes it’s hard at time, but people who do so well in life, and one bad result, and their miserable and draining my energy. Today, I had two candidates from work, one who I don’t have time for, the other who I really like... but the negativity... it drained so much from me. And I pick up your energy! You make me feel like crap.

The Dick Who Vomited On TWO Northern Line Tube Seats in Rush Hour Today
Thanks! Much appreciated. 

Bullies
We all now know, as adults, your family treat you like a POS, so it’s not really your fault you think your behaviour is acceptable. And it’s a defence mechanism in order to soothe your own wounded ego, but when I read about another teenager killing themselves, it hits home. You don’t have a clue of the life long psychological damage you cause people. If any of you fuckers do manage to make a success of yourselves, I hope karma hurts you back another way. Bullying resulted in myself being less kind and considerate when I was no longer ugly or fat. I have a borderline eating disorder due to you. 

ADHD Doubters
I’m not and haven’t been lower/working class
My family have not been on benefits
My parents are together 
I wasn’t filled with junk and additives as a child 
Having ADHD doesn’t affect my benefit claim (don’t get anymore)
I’m not a council house tennant
I work 
I’m intelligent 
I’m 30-fucking-6
There’s NO benefits in fabricating my disability. It does exist. Otherwise I would not experience a paradoxical effect to stimulants. Too much coffee would not make me sleepy. It’s REAL god damn you. And debilitating. I don’t make as much dopamine as you. 

Whatever-ists 
Race, sex, orientation, religion, whatever.. your small minded views and anger, will not eradicate whatever you dispise. People can’t help what sex they find attractive, religion will exist for thousands or more years, just like the colour of skin. Why waste time and energy with so much hate. If you took a fraction of that energy and used it for doing something charitable, fuck, we’d achieve world peace. I challenge the whatever-ists, if you hate Muslims, Jews, Black, Asian, Immigrants, Refugees, Gays, Misogynists... I challenge you, spend 30 minutes the next week talking to someone you’d normally direct hate at. See them as a person, not a choice you don’t agree with. Hear their challenges, struggles, achievements. I guess the irony in this post, is my dislike for you, while telling you to behave differently. Still, whatever-ists CAN change. Skin colour, the religion you are born, sexual orientation, CAN NOT.

Animal / Child Abusers
Whilst I can tolerate the above, you are pure scum. 

Anyway, I will continue to add to this. I don’t actually want to do anymore now, as its making me feeling negative. 

And, I know I’ve used the HATE word a lot. But it’s not hate-hate. Nothing like what I feel for my family.
It’s a mild dislike in comparison.

So, let’s try love! Give love and you’ll get it!

Laters 

X x

❤️ 20th April 2008 - Boyfriend Dramas

Stayed the night at R**’s. Didn’t have my car, plus no money.

R** suggests we get a lift to Streatham Vale in a can his sister has ordered.

My mobile battery is also dead.

P**** arrives with her baby daughter and her older daughter K***** next to her. I told R** the cabby wouldn’t take us all, but he was having none of it.

Anyway, I sit in the third seat in the back. R** gets in the front. As predicted the cabby starts moaning he can only take four passengers (even though the baby is on P****’s lap and not needing a seat).

I told R** I knew this would happen and get out. Next thing I know, is the fucking cab drives off with R** included.

I am left stranded in G**** H***. With only a tiny bit of cash to my name. It’s 2pm and I started to walk. When I get to the bus stop, none of the buses are goi f in my direction.

So I walk the 10 minute car journey, which takes fucking hours. 

I read my book ‘A Piece of Cake’ whilst walking. I stopped the park for a smoke (heroin).

I really want to go to W****’s mum’s house, bang on the door and slap him in the face something silly. 

But it’ll be 3pm, so I don’t want to risk it as his children will be there.

At Streatham Vale I get the bus to Mitcham and reach at 4.30pm. Charge my phone and text R** telling him I have one word for him. Wanker.

He replies ‘sorry bout that. Did you get back ok?’. I told him I had to fucking walk. He replied ‘you just jumped out the cab, didn’t give me much chance to think, much less react. Or else I would have gone with you’. Then ‘you just left and the driver drove off. I didn’t really get much chance’ .

He’s a big strong man. He could have said stop. I’m so vexed and my abuse continues. R** texts ‘you impulsively jumped out, saying I’m off, and I’m getting grief for it. What happened last night?’ Ummm the Facebook incident??

He just doesn’t get it does he? I finally get through to him and he says ‘sorry. Again. As usual I know. But I mean it’. I tell him to fuck off and leave me alone.
R** ‘I DON’T WANT TO’ I repeat myself. ‘I LOVE YOU’