The Birthday Massacre

They are spectacular. Simply spectacular.

"Red Stars" From: Walking with Strangers (2007)
Best of cruel intentions
Finding what they fail to mention
No truth, all pretension
Raise your hand to get attention

You give and we take it
You build it, we break it
You sign and we erase it
You feel it, we fake it

It’s my red star, I steal it
It’s my red star, I can’t let go
It’s my red star, Conceal it
It’s my red star, all I know

Wasted education
Celebrating imitation
Misplaced admiration
Speaking for a generation

You give and we take it
You build it, we break it
You sign and we erase it
You feel it, we fake it

It’s my red star, I steal it
It’s my red star, I can’t let go
It’s my red star, Conceal it
It’s my red star, all I know

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I’m not sure who reads this diary any longer. I’ve been contemplating death and dying over the last couple of weeks. Yes, I’m fine – and a few of my friends are keeping an eye on me. Not that I plan on doing anything, but sometimes it’s good to have people close when it’s late and the darkness seems heavier and more oppressive than before. just when it’s late at night, things become more… difficult.

Either way, I’ve run every day so far this year at least one mile. but my willingness to write is low. I have to become motivated. perhaps soon.

Either way, I wanted to leave a general hello to people on here. I’m still alive. just not in a writing mood.

peace