I've always debated with myself over whether New Year's should be considered the real new year for people when they most likely weren't born on December 31st or January 1st for that matter. Jesus was- if you believe in that guy- and by all means we must revolve everything about him! Me, I was born on this day- the 26th of January- twenty-three years ago and I've always thought it to be more fitting to consider someone's day of birth to be their own personal new year. So Happy New Year to me! Another one down without any thing changing... Another year wasted. Another year of waking up in this room and falling asleep alone. Another year of feeling unispired and misunderstood by my family and peers. Another year of lonely Saturday nights and empty pockets. Another year... dead.

Tonight I go out. Tonight my hair is pink. Tonight I will be someone else and maybe, just maybe if you're there you'll get to see me smile.