Mislabeled sorrow

I’m so happy to meet you on this greatest of days, so indeed in awe that I can’t understand this feeling. It’s my birthday today and I have nothing but a cluster of false memories to remember it by. Yes, there is a band, and about 50 people I don’t even know. But that’s just something I made up, something to keep me from thinking about my loneliness and uselessness, I have it all in order, what song is playing, who I get to dance with, and what is there to eat or snack on, the cake and my happy birthday song which I have chosen to be "me and the mini-bar" by The Dresden Dolls. I think it fits me perfectly all in all it is a lovely day too bad it doesn’t exist. But I had lots of fun dreaming it up. It’s so melodramatic, so extreme, and bewildering, you would think I’m crazy but that’s not too far from the truth. In fact I could tell you that, it is what I’m going for; to be normal is such a drag. It is nothing but a fabrication of a human so uninterested in this dull life that I have to use my intelligence and make up my stories, although influenced by my life. Even I drown in my own fabricated swamp. Anyways, I do this often and it is the most fun to pretend for a day. I’m so fucking happy I could fly…