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.