number 9. number 9. number 9.

oh god.

its a nightmare.

liberal.

turned conservative now.

it was unavoidable.

confuse me.

with your words.

and numbers.

and blur the art.

together in my mind.

exhaustive.

90s fashion.

i wish it were still around.

i don't remember this song.

it's beautiful.

i just want to cry.

at everything.

everything.

it's really that simple.

thank you for leaving me alone.

aloe love.

confusing speech.

and mumbling of something or another.

brutal confrontation.

you have no right to say these things.

it was just way too conflictual.

and changed.

ive lost my confrontation streak.

it's like inner hate now.

your ignorance is blinding.

and you don't get it.

i don't want what you think i do.

i really don't.

your focus is too corrupted.

for who you are supposed to be.

talk talk talk.

and make me feel worse.

it's not what i need.

when did morals go out of fashion?

why am i expected to be without?

it doesn't make sense.

you need to just leave me be.

run ins.

and false hellos.

i'm disappointed in your actions.

and that makes me upset.

rip sabrina.

your life was short.

and your death unfair.

you were a beauty.

i just want to cry.

like there is no tomorrow.

only that can't come fast enough.