I hate Birthdays.  They are another reminder that people aren’t what you need them to be.  Then again, I am not what anyone needs either.  It’s not hard to express dissappointment, so I do it a lot.  Perhaps I have a higher standard.  Perhaps I enjoy misery, somewhat masochistic.  I don’t know.  I wish I could still right songs, but I don’t have anything to say anymore.  My life constantly brings me the same feelings.  Shame, dissappointment and confusion.  I need to smile more.


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