090909.

beautiful date,
but beautiful day not.


honestly,
im so sick of the hypocrisy.
whats with the pretence?
whats with the never-ending-oh-so-frequent instances of falseness?
what do you get from it?
what do we get from it?


i hate going round and round arguing about sth that i know my facts and that im definitely correct and the other party's struggling so hard to prove the fiction.
i find it an absolute waste of time.
i dont feel good.
i want to be left alone.


and you know,
you are wrong.
it is not,
and it will never be the ninth.



because the ninth meant sth more than you know.







fuck off.