Hello Biological mother, this is probably a cruel letter even if were sent to Satan’s wife whom i hope is a just as evil, how are you I’d love you see you in person one of these days hopefully before i end my life for good or have it ended for me i cant seem to figure out a way to kill myself and then also destroy my body so that no-one can bring me back to life and then make my life, or rather my stupid and worthless existent in this hell hole that you call earth even more of a pain.

As far as my mind serves me, which is not at all not none of the thoughts are of that of my own they are all implanted and deliberately placed there and as of right now half or most of my brain is of another persons and they thing and feel like me but not me their part is wired differently but there is no point in explaining to you all this as you yourself have once did this to me and then a bitch was born unfortunately a bold idiot saved my life, i wish that he didn’t and that had left me powerless for a few years, lets go with a few years to keep some things to ourselves although it’s pointless. I have had some close encounters with death but he had left me in each case to rot here for a bit longer, to name a few i got hit to the right of my head and i knew whom that was i want to somehow give that back to him, i was bitten by a dog the bugger later died and not me, i had malaria didn’t die either but i could have, then it was chicken pox didn’t die and the last was taking pills somehow my adopted mother stopped me but she’s usually never there when you need her was there when i didn’t need her.

So tell me about your adventures on trying to wipe me of the face of the world i know you tried once and then stopped because i was now somewhere else with other people, haven’t you ever herd of a thing called a pillow or a bath or even a balcony. Such a shame that you could only think of a basket and a waterfall and not a good-one at that, if I’m wrong then it’s your fault for not coming forward with the information of who i am i have just my dreams to go on and they are not reliable at all everything from my dreams have changed and or have been forced to change.

All i want from you, which I’ll never get is if you can can you help me leave this country by getting my body back to me I’ll never come back i promise and i wont even breathe a word of it to anyone I’ll mind my own business and keep to myself, but only if my body is intact and my reputation is not messed up by a bunch of worthless scums that call them selves humans namely Ms.JO and her gang of rapist’s and murders and pedophiles and kidnappers and every sort of criminals that you could find in a jail.

If you’re reading how are you and why did you turn that bitch to look like you she’s working with them to screw me and she has done it before and wants to do it again, is that what you want if you do drop me a comment please or not, see I’m open minded and also kinda confused if she and my biological and very evil father get togeather and have a child would that child be me cause its you and him if we look at it closer and the result is me and would he and her abandon the child or kill it or change it.