My favourite online shopping sites are no longer in business and the internet has been shut down for the last three years.
But why do I hate it?
And how do I avoid becoming a victim?
Read more Read moreRead more On a recent Sunday, I walked out of my house to find myself in a different world, a world that was as different as my surroundings.
There were no other people, no other shoppers.
The sky was full of the bright orange light of the sun as the street lights faded into the evening.
My neighbours were all busy, making their way to the supermarket, and I had just turned into the main road to my house.
A couple of months earlier, a friend had been visiting my home town of Perth, Western Australia.
She wanted to know how I was doing, so she took me to a local restaurant to eat.
It was a busy day and she was so tired that she had no energy to go outside.
I could tell she was having a hard time, so I decided to head out for a quick coffee with a friend who was working the cash register.
We had been spending most of the day in the restaurant, chatting and enjoying the evening, when I saw a car pulling up to my front door.
The front driver was a tall, dark-haired man in his 40s who was in his 20s, a tall man who had a beard, a black leather jacket, and a silver Mercedes Benz.
He said he had just come from a long day at work, so he wanted to get out of the car and see if I was OK.
He handed me his wallet, which was empty and said, “I’ll have a cup of coffee,” and walked out the door.
The next day, I returned home to find my car had been taken.
I asked my mum what had happened, and she said the man who took my car was her boyfriend.
I thought he must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, because I didn’t hear anything from him.
But the next day he called me at work and said he’d left his car in my driveway.
After that, I would call him up every night, but it didn’t happen.
In the end, it seemed like he never even left my house, and it took me about a year to get over this.
I am not sure why he did this to me.
I don’t know how he did it, but I am thankful that I never had to face it again.
I was still in my 30s when I found out I had cystic fibrosis.
My family thought it would be a year before I could have children, and they worried that I might die.
Eventually, they managed to get the necessary tests done, and two months later I was born with cystic cystic disease.
My mother and I are lucky to have survived.
I now live in Perth, where I live with my mum and sister, and my dad, who has worked in various industries.
At first, I didn.
I was in school for six years, working as a nurse and teaching English to children with disabilities, before taking my final year of school.
After graduation, I was living with my aunt and my sister-in-law, who worked in the public health sector.
By the time I left school in the early 1990s, I had a number of other health issues, including chronic fatigue syndrome, chronic bronchitis, high blood pressure, and asthma.
I have had multiple surgeries and had to take medication for asthma for years.
Although my life is different now, I have a lot of things I wish I could change.
My friends say I don,t have the money to buy clothes, so my mum buys them for me, but she still has to find time to help me.
Sometimes, I think of how I would look like if I had never been born with this illness.
Even now, when people ask me what I am doing in life, I still have a blank look on my face.
If I could just be a little bit more relaxed, more patient, a little more forgiving, a bit more patient with myself, I could really ease my pain.