that's a big fat FUCK YOU

For the past couple weeks I have been trying to write a song because I don't know how else to control emotions. Writers get writers block when they can't think of anymore stories to write. I have song block. Only that isn't a good name for it. Because I know exactly what I want this song to be about, as cliched as it is, no words can express this.

I'm just gonna put it out there. I'm upset that *#$&% is no longer my friend because of her being jealous. WHAT THE FUCK. How can two people go from chilling all day after school and then talking on the phone at night to not speaking at all? It doesn't even make sense. She was worried that her friends liked me better than they did her. I don't even understand. I tried to make it better, I really did. I don't know what she wants from me. I'm sorry I'm so fucking awesome that people like me better than they do her. hah not really. but c'mon. I text her and all I get is, "I can't talk I'll text you later" but do I ever get a text? you bet not.

I made a new friend, and she's awesome. We played softball, it was cool. but she turned out to be *#$&%'s friend too. what do you know, *#$&% told her some untrue things about me, and the new friend hasn't texted me since.

Back when school was still going on, I wrote a crap song about this that sucked. Didn't help.

This is like the episode on Jonas I watched today. Nick couldn't write a song....until he had something to write about. I have something important to me, and I can't even write about it.
BLECH