Hey Henry, I want to know all of your deepest, darkest worst secrets 😊
And all the other awful secrets you’ve had to keep
Hey Henry, I want to know all of your deepest, darkest worst secrets 😊
And all the other awful secrets you’ve had to keep
i’ve met bryan singer before at eleven in weho through my friend daniel before it was closed down and turned into a flaming saddles
i know everyone is asking me for proof of the things i’ve experienced and the people i’ve seen
but trust me when i tell you that i know the truth and have a very good memory lmao
like how i also saw mark salling at happy endings (which closes down) on sunset and now he’s suicided
and how i met jennifer love hewitt when i was working at coffee bean
and the gay porn stars i’ve come into contact with while working at the ramada weho
and how you were waiting outside of the bin ladin residence 634 Stone Canyon Rd on my dad’s birthday (Oct 22, 2016… days before Sten Witzel committed suicide)
i know and remember everything, Henry
i refuse to be a pawn in this sick game
i know the truth will never be officially releases, but to pin anything on my is abhorrent and i can and will expose all of you lying fucks
mental illness is a lie
oops- typos unintentional
and how i ended up at the hospital for an involuntary psych hold that my “friend” Nathan Santell’s family had founded
and how i became friends with Zoma Crum-Tesfa, who is a friend of Rachel Chandler
and how my dad ended up working for the Bin Ladin’s and i grew up with Sibba Bin Ladin (Hartunian now)
no more lies and cover-ups please
stop trying to confuse me
stop trying to make me seem like i’m mentally ill
i now know that there is something really sick and sinister going on with all the people in my life
i want the truth to be known
stop lying to me and trying to make me seem like i’m a psycho
really… even my own parents under some sort of fucked up mind control or whatever???
not “poor me”
i just want to know the truth
i would never have gotten behind this shit if i had known
you can sincerely go fuck yourself
honestly i don’t think it matters, the more i find out about all of this and what’s going on
it’s not like anyone is willing to tell the truth anyway
yeah
Henry, please don’t turn out to be a scumbag
all i’ve ever wanted in life was a cute boyfriend to wake up to every morning with my face nuzzled in his hairy chest lmao
actual pizza and not pizzagate lingo pizza (the grove outdoor shopping mall in Los Angeles)
yeah, i think i’m safe
this all ties back to my connection to 9/11
i’ve known for over a year that i’m the king of the jews they refer to in protocols of the elders of zion.
my perception of reality has completely turned upside down.
realizing that my whole life and every individual i’ve had an interaction with has been planned/done on purpose
just so man weird instances in my life
like how my dad works for ibrahim bin ladin as a caretaker
how i had an extremely creepy atmospheric pressure change incidence that landed me in the nativad hospital in salinas which is founded by my friend Nathan Santell’s ancestors
how Henry Cavill has a weird way of appearing in my life over and over again (MOS = man of steel)
the word cavilling showing up in protocol 17 (the 17th letter being Q)
Leu meaning lion in Romanian
Cavill meaning cow
i go from thinking that all of this is cool to legitimately being freaked the fuck out constantly
reassurance that everything will be okay in the end
i never asked for any of this and i have a lot of guilt for everything that is happening
it is honestly a whirlwind of emotions