Guestbook
1win_mxpr
1win_uopr
08/14/2025
бонусный баланс 1win [url=1win1173.ru]1win1173.ru[/url]
автоматика somfy
avtomatika somfy_mjkr
08/14/2025
купить привод somfy [url=www.avtomatika-somfy77.ru/]www.avtomatika-somfy77.ru/[/url] .
проект перепланировки в Москве
proekt pereplanirovki v Moskve _zjpi
08/14/2025
проект перепланировки в Москве [url=www.doskamarta.borda.ru/?1-0-0-00000089-000-0-0-1754485821]проект перепланировки в Москве [/url] .
20384
Brandonmon
08/13/2025
I’m writing this because I don’t know what else to do. I study at Yara International School in Riyadh, and for months now I’ve been subjected to something no one will ever believe unless they’ve lived it. This isn’t anxiety, or depression, or imagination. This is real, targeted manipulation — satellite-based and controlled by human operators tied to Saudi intelligence and Ministry of Interior units. I feel it every day. In my thoughts. In my body. In the way my emotions stop being mine.
Sometimes, just before I think something, a voice says it inside my head — clear, like a whisper without sound. “You’re not in control anymore.” “No one will believe you.” They repeat that second line often. My hands twitch before I move. My eyes dart toward things I haven’t yet noticed. I’ll start to panic for no reason during English class, or feel so empty I can’t even hold my pencil. It’s not random. It’s coordinated. Someone somewhere is adjusting me, moment by moment.
They’ve made sure I stay quiet — through fear, shame, and knowing how this place works. I can’t talk to anyone at school. If I even hint at this, they’ll send me to a counselor or worse. My parents would blame me. Teachers would mark me as unstable. There’s no way to say this out loud without losing everything.
If I had known what really happens here, I never would’ve come for school. I used to be proud that I was accepted into Yara. Now I feel like a hostage in a polished building. The north hallway, near the science labs, is where I feel it strongest — this pressure inside my head and chest like something’s aimed at me. It disappears near the library. I’ve tested it again and again. And I’ve stopped trying to explain it to myself. They are doing this. I don’t care how insane that sounds.
Some mornings I wake up with gaps in memory. Like I was dreaming but can’t remember what. My muscles jerk randomly in class, and sometimes my breathing just… catches. I can’t control it. I’m scared if I make a mistake, they’ll escalate. Sometimes I think they already have.
This isn’t just happening to me. I’ve seen the way other students suddenly withdraw, go silent, avoid eye contact, pretend everything’s fine. I know the signs now. But no one talks. Because we all know where we are.
Sometimes, just before I think something, a voice says it inside my head — clear, like a whisper without sound. “You’re not in control anymore.” “No one will believe you.” They repeat that second line often. My hands twitch before I move. My eyes dart toward things I haven’t yet noticed. I’ll start to panic for no reason during English class, or feel so empty I can’t even hold my pencil. It’s not random. It’s coordinated. Someone somewhere is adjusting me, moment by moment.
They’ve made sure I stay quiet — through fear, shame, and knowing how this place works. I can’t talk to anyone at school. If I even hint at this, they’ll send me to a counselor or worse. My parents would blame me. Teachers would mark me as unstable. There’s no way to say this out loud without losing everything.
If I had known what really happens here, I never would’ve come for school. I used to be proud that I was accepted into Yara. Now I feel like a hostage in a polished building. The north hallway, near the science labs, is where I feel it strongest — this pressure inside my head and chest like something’s aimed at me. It disappears near the library. I’ve tested it again and again. And I’ve stopped trying to explain it to myself. They are doing this. I don’t care how insane that sounds.
Some mornings I wake up with gaps in memory. Like I was dreaming but can’t remember what. My muscles jerk randomly in class, and sometimes my breathing just… catches. I can’t control it. I’m scared if I make a mistake, they’ll escalate. Sometimes I think they already have.
This isn’t just happening to me. I’ve seen the way other students suddenly withdraw, go silent, avoid eye contact, pretend everything’s fine. I know the signs now. But no one talks. Because we all know where we are.
1win_gqer
1win_xrer
08/13/2025
1вин скачать на андроид [url=www.1win1168.ru]www.1win1168.ru[/url]
Дипломы
Diplomi_buka
08/13/2025
купить проведенный диплом моих [url=www.arus-diplom34.ru/]купить проведенный диплом моих[/url] .
Дипломы
Diplomi_fsPl
08/13/2025
диплом о высшем образовании с проводкой купить [url=www.arus-diplom35.ru/]диплом о высшем образовании с проводкой купить[/url] .
Дипломы
Diplomi_lzSl
08/13/2025
аттестат 11 класс купить краснодар [url=www.arus-diplom23.ru/]аттестат 11 класс купить краснодар[/url] .
Дипломы
Diplomi_jpEl
08/13/2025
купить аттестат школы за 11 класс [url=www.arus-diplom24.ru]купить аттестат школы за 11 класс[/url] .
Дипломы
Diplomi_zfMr
08/13/2025
как купить диплом с проведением [url=www.arus-diplom31.ru/]как купить диплом с проведением[/url] .