So, usually I get inspired when life's shitty and writing helps me get through things and understand what's going on and relate events in my life to other events and so forth, but i'm so miserable that i can't even write. i've made a few attempts, but i don't even care enough to rhyme, there's a pathetic attempt at form, and really i just ramble a little, trying to stick to a theme, but i don't have the words to really portray how truly miserable i am. every attempt is just so hollow. it's not like i really like anything i write anyway, but this is the worst yet. i guess life could be worse. if it weren't for a few very wonderful people i've lucked into being able to claim as my friends, i really don't know how i'd make it through. they've saved so much from being lost.