Please; Somebody Tell Me Kids Aren't All Vile.

You know the drill with this blog. I'm just blurting stuff out so I don't go crazy.

So, I'm sat here with no food because I couldn't face going to the supermarket. Why not? I popped in to the nearest one yesterday, and got a ton of piss-ripping from some little kids. Greasy, tracksuit wearing div kids. Thick people's kids. Too harsh? Their parents must be pretty thick not to bother teaching there kids that NOT EVERY ONE IS THE FUCKING SAME.

Grrr. I'm so tired of it. It doesn't get ANY easier, and I just seem to get angrier as I get older. I have CP. So what? Why does this make me such a bad person?

I used to say I hated children, because of the staring. Then - like a twat! - I decided I wanted one. I'm going to be a dad before the year is out. Am I asking for it? If my child ever, EVER gives someone a hard time the way I get such a hard time, I will have failed. I will hate myself (and them) for the rest of my life.

Presumably thick people's kids are till going to give me shit in front of my kid. That'll be fun.