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July 6, 2019
It would be really nice if you would remove this life-sucker from me – forever! You have a life-sucker who has been allowed to use virtual-reality to come to me in my bedroom and speak to me. It would be really nice if you would all stop experimenting on me. I am a real person. I am not a machine.
Since, all of this started happening in 2014, I don’t think people have truly understood the depth of my grief and loss. You have taken from me the means of being able to recover by isolating me. Removing relationships from me, friendships, my boyfriend, and my family.
So, you can run right back to the ocean, from the movie, Moana, this movie was made after my mother had died. The meaning of running back to the ocean is referring – this is what it says to me – using me, Cherith as emotional support for other people while denying me basic human needs such as love.
David, you have work to do, in your head. Please stop using me as a way of feeling better about yourself. I feel you only use me as money. It is not sincere. I find it difficult to believe you were married, not only that, married to a woman who is supposed to have now come out as gay?! I find it difficult to believe.
I have zero energy. I have only been to work for a month, and I am already so exhausted I had to take vacation time, to recover. Isn’t that a little much for $15 an hour?
I would not transport this Russian man that is a life-sucker anywhere near me, people will die in the process. He is worse than you understand. Not very likely that he will admit to all the crimes he has done as a brain researcher.
It is possible to get China on our side against these brain researchers, if anyone wants to do anything about these manipulators, liars, and double agents.
This brain researcher and life sucker makes me want to take an ax to his face.
What happened in Mongolia? Why do I love this place? I remember watching something on HGTV when I was taking care of my mother and feeling the same way. I must have read this place on a man, a much older man, when I was a child. Something. I can’t quite explain it. I love this place.
The only way I get to travel or see the world is through others, since I have no means of being able to do so on my own.
There must have been a British Royal family connection made in the 90’s when I had high tea at Disney’s Grand Floridian. My mother made the reservation and we went with a neighbor. There is no way that Devonshire cream was made at the resort. I believe it was sent, delivered, when my mother made the reservation. It is why Sherlock will have the phone at the end of the episode. It is one of the reasons he takes the phone.
My mother was too upset when Princess Diana died. Worried, and too upset. She literally was looking to me when I got home from work while watching the news asking me without asking me to explain to her what happened. She was too upset.
I am so hurt that no one paid enough attention to me to stop my hysterectomy from happening. Do you understand what that means? Can you see what they really allowed to happen with my hysterectomy? You allowed subversives and double agents to succeed, and win.
They would have read it in me. I would not allow it. I absolutely will not allow it. I will not allow a relationship to a man when he will never be able to have an heir, since he is a Royal. I won’t allow it.
They must have had another photograph. They must have placed another photograph, probably in his wallet when I worked for WORSHIP, for Paxton communications. I think his last name was Hagen, he was like my work husband, that’s what they call it, he was a married man, so I did not see him as anything other than a friend. But I used to sit and talk to him every day I worked. He was my favorite; it was not that difficult. We could talk about anything. Then, my brother had his car accident.
Monty was another man I liked at WORSHIP; he would have been a local intelligence.
I mailed Hagen a Christmas card after we were laid-off, I had put metallic Christmas confetti in the card, I phoned Hagen after Christmas, he told me when he opened the card the confetti landed in his lap, and I had a familiar reaction. Why did he just tell me that? In so much as, why did he tell me that? What a turn-off. I had no interest in him whatsoever, certainly not in that manner.
He also, blew me a kiss once. Driving home after our shift, he was in his car in front of me at a light when he blew me a kiss in his rear-view mirror. I dismissed it. I dismissed his action and kiss. In my mind, I thought, obviously he has no idea what he is doing.
After I was no longer employed by WORSHIP, I went to a Christian concert with my friend who had also worked with me and Hagen’s wife, she drove us to a church in Lakeland, she happened to be extremely busty, and overweight, I never phoned or wrote to Hagen after that concert. I thought she was a lunatic and dumb. I wanted nothing to do with either of them after that. I have no idea what they thought they were doing; it doesn’t look good. Meaning, it looks like intelligence had no idea what to do with me because they did not believe in me, certainly not enough to do it officially.
I have no idea why people are asking of me to write about this agreement. It is absolutely absurd to me. Especially considering the state and condition of my body, absurd. If he dated me as Mark, there are disturbing details in the background while I dated Mark, such as a woman in a wheelchair trying to look like my mother. And, my mother is now – dead.
Everything has become tainted with the death of my mother, I cannot experience things with any amount of joy, not really, anymore. I had known she was dead, and they hid the truth from me for years. Cruel. Such cruelty. How can a plant grow in molten lava? It can’t.
He is bright, isn’t he? Happy? It’s one reason he is so popular. It’s a shame, I am not that person anymore. They’ve taken it from me in 2014. Along with all the other brain-cuttings such as not being interested in writing about food or coffee, or enjoying talk about cars, or watching cars.
I watched the season of The Grand Tour out of obligation. I don’t enjoy cars anymore. It no longer has any lusty talk for me. What a dreadful thing to do to a person, at $15 an hour.
The notion is absurd. Absurd. I literally cannot wrap my mind around it because it is so absurd. Honestly, it makes me feel like, what do they really want from me? It makes no sense whatsoever. None. Absurd.
One rule that kept us safe, and you’ve been using a nose piercing’s, it again, shows me you have no idea what you are doing.