Y(ou) torture, Haar/ IS-RAEL

Hij denkt, echt dat het, bij mij, niet op, kan. Noe, is dat, misschien ook, wel zo. Toch, word ik, er echt moe, van. Lachen joh, die semi ''echte'' Raisie, die maar, niet dood-gaat.  Van-daag, (ik overdrijf, echt niet): Lasagne: Er zei, iemand tegen, me; ''als U, meer bechamel-saus wilt, zitten daar, extra maden in''. Daarnaast, wilde hij, graag weten, waar-om ik, bechamel-saus lekker vind. Waar-om ik, zo vies, eet? Er zit, iets heel smerigs, in ONS eten. Ik ben, paranormaal begaafd, ik voel, dat soort, dingen, aan, daar-om, eet ik, vies. In de, loop van mijn leven, heb ik, die gave, ontwikkeld. Ich habe, keine ahnung, was steht, in die zukumft. Mijn Duitse leraren, van vroeger zullen wel,spass, hebben.  Scheer-mes: Noe, wist ik best, dat ik, nog scheer-mesjes, had, maar wat schertst mijn verbazing? Ik heb, er, nog maar 1. Er is, er natuurlijk 1, verborgen. Het zijn, hele dure, scheer-mesjes (niet te, betalen voor, iemand, met 85 euro, per week. I...

At first, I din't knew who I, were, & what I, was doing on Earth. So I, introduced, my-self as Rianne Sandrina Visser. Was born, on Earth, as Royal Highness, the Princess, Sandrina Courrier-Heberlein-Sanders. Was taken, away, by the, Family Visser, because, of they were very sad, about the, passing away, of Rian, their oldest, daughter. The second name, isn't a co-incidence. I think, I all ready, knew@home. So, I've hidden, they wouldn't, chose, the name, was Sandrina, that's why. I've learned, to be, happy, with nothing. I think, that's the reason, why jolly, like me, so much. It looks, like I'm one of jolly, right? By the time, I found out, I was, a     real  Cissnerp  (Princess), I thought, it's none, of their business. My order, is as well, none of their business. What should, I have, said?  I'm  fooling, jill, just to get information, about jill, fucking New World  Order. It's war dirty dirty bitches, dirty dirty bastards, &...

February 16, 2018 ORDER. My Order is, I had, to help, the community, & my duty is: - surviving, an incredible torture (parenting), during all, planets, filled with papers, filled with sixes, ten shaking-lire times . I’m propably, not having enough on that amount, of papers. Six, is, the number, of the devil. I’ve been, in every hospital, on every planet, a lot of times, under different names. I’m busy, doing, for a billion light-years, again, all hospitals. All that time, I’m only, in my bed, disabled. I’m having, bruises, galls, broken fingers, broken hands, broken wrists, broken elbows, broken noses, shattered eye sockest, shattered jew bonse, shattered sternums, broken, & concussioned ribs, brain contusions (have a high, pain, border), brain concussions, broken key-bones, ruptured ear lobes. It’s outrageous, what they’ve, done, to, me, till, so far. Please, I want, to go, home. I can’t, take it, any-more. I’m incredibly, strong, but I’m now, I’m so, tired, of being he...