1.12.2021

(quiet voice)
(it’s unlikely that i’ll meet you here but i write to you anyway)

Youssef, it’s me Bella. When she gets here I’ll be older. I will be so nice to her on that day. I haven’t had a drop, but don’t worry, don’t panic, I’m still doing drugs. And when she gets here she will know that it’s true. All of my days have been blue. All of my days have been red. And all of my days have been without. Many things. All that I want is never allowed, and should it be cleared, i’ll want it no more. I’m angry. I’m angry. I‘m angry. Should she return, i’ll want her no more. I tell him, do not return, I want this no more. I want this no more. I want this no more. I am too angry.