bottleofwater
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After all of these posts on this website, I couldn’t bare the fact that people do not know what I look like, let alone who I AM.
So in this thread I will be talking all about myself and about my life and shit.
My name is Fikret Ali Özdemir, and I live in the Konya slums working as a fruit and vegetable seller in the local Saturday bazaar.
Proof:
I didn’t have the best childhood, my dad worked as a vendor who sold grapes as a living, and my Mother died of rabies from a dog bite when I was just 2 years old, I only have the faintest memory of her face.
My dad Ahmet, he was a hard working Father, he would usually work his ass off for around 11-12 hours a day, leaving the house at 1PM, coming back at 12-1 AM. I was left to take care of myself and my little brother, Ömer, I cooked us food, did the dishes, cleaned the house, went shopping, (we could only afford ready noodles) I had to drop out of school at 10 because of the amount of stuff I had to do, and school to a big chunk of that time. I also didn’t have much time for mysel ever, I spent most of my time working.
I am only 4’11 tall due to severe malnutrition in my diet and a untreated GH deficiency, this is the same for my brother.
Back to this timeline, I get just barely enough to cover my bills and food, I can’t afford any luxuries such as a TV, Smartphone or a afford a cup of coffee. I have to walk 10km to the Bazaar every day since I don’t have money for public transportation.
My life fucking sucks, and I hate living this life.
@Proex @Jatt @2414763h
So in this thread I will be talking all about myself and about my life and shit.
My name is Fikret Ali Özdemir, and I live in the Konya slums working as a fruit and vegetable seller in the local Saturday bazaar.
Proof:
I didn’t have the best childhood, my dad worked as a vendor who sold grapes as a living, and my Mother died of rabies from a dog bite when I was just 2 years old, I only have the faintest memory of her face.
My dad Ahmet, he was a hard working Father, he would usually work his ass off for around 11-12 hours a day, leaving the house at 1PM, coming back at 12-1 AM. I was left to take care of myself and my little brother, Ömer, I cooked us food, did the dishes, cleaned the house, went shopping, (we could only afford ready noodles) I had to drop out of school at 10 because of the amount of stuff I had to do, and school to a big chunk of that time. I also didn’t have much time for mysel ever, I spent most of my time working.
I am only 4’11 tall due to severe malnutrition in my diet and a untreated GH deficiency, this is the same for my brother.
Back to this timeline, I get just barely enough to cover my bills and food, I can’t afford any luxuries such as a TV, Smartphone or a afford a cup of coffee. I have to walk 10km to the Bazaar every day since I don’t have money for public transportation.
My life fucking sucks, and I hate living this life.
@Proex @Jatt @2414763h
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