Truth or Dare?
翻訳中…
Oh, look at me! It’s been very long since I last wrote anything. I thought I’d sprinkle some positivity into the world, so I just waited for that perfect moment because those exist, right? I had grand plans: extinguishing fires, creating bright futures for kids, saving animals, and pushing for faster, cheaper energy. You know, typical superhero stuff. Even during my darkest days, I kept the creative juices flowing. I was busy tackling forest fires, helping underprivileged kids, and dreaming up energy solutions while battling my own half-empty stomach in my delightful little dark room. Create to live!
And then there’s **Steve Jobs**! He claimed everyone he reached out to jumped at the chance to help him. How inspiring! Too bad I must have been born in a different era because that kind of enthusiasm has clearly vanished. I sent out emails like confetti, but replies? Crickets. Hope? Gone. All I wanted was for someone to listen, not to say “yes” or anything equally thrilling. Projects? Still gathering dust!
Now, let’s dive into the fun part: truth or dare? Spoiler alert: it’s both, because what I’m about to share is a real doozy. Buckle up for a summary of my life’s highlights: They poisoned my drinking water in the Netherlands (cheers!), tried to poison me with my takeout, and I spent months in a freezing house due to a gas leak. Oh, and let’s not forget the sabotage of my airflow machine and the charming gentlemen who attacked me every time I stepped outside, armed with knives, guns, and an impressive lack of decency.
My child? Just another pawn in this delightful game. They killed animals, including a bird (which, surprise, was apparently a metaphor for me), and desecrated a Quran, leaving it at my local mosque. Classy, right? Oh, and Nazi symbols? Just a little street art for the neighborhood. A policeman even decided to spit on the ground as he walked by my window. How trendy! Soon, everyone joined in.
They exploited my traumas so well, it could be an Olympic sport. Picture this: a man pulls down his pants in broad daylight while I’m charging my car. And the cherry on top? Thousands of nasty, baseless coded news stories about me what a thrill! My neighbors were bought off to join the circus, and suddenly, I couldn’t even go to the market for food. So, I sold my house and voilà—homeless in Europe, in 2025. A lovely time to be a woman, right?
If any of this had happened elsewhere, people would be outraged. But since it’s happening in the Netherlands? Silence. They took everything from me, but I’m still kicking. Now, I’m hopping from hotel to hotel, dodging pursuers at airports and on planes. What a fun game this is! The Crown! Yes, you heard me: the Crown game! And guess who’s got a target on their back? Here are a few pictures of those bad memories. Unfortunately, I have hundreds more, but let’s say I’m alive, for now.
2025
