Hey Riley, sorry to hear about your problems. Sometimes we find that every bad thing possible seems to happen at once and we wonder, "Why me?" I don't think anyone goes through life without these negative things kind of "stacking up" from time to time. Most of us have had these feelings at some time or other, and when they hit, it's a major bummer! The older guys (me being one of them) are right when they (we) say, "This too shall pass."

Just wanted you to know - you ARE loved.
- you WILL have another girlfriend, (not tomorrow, but when you least expect it.)
- you CAN play guitar when millions wish they could but can't.

Peace, Gridlok

PS-Go online and Google a poem by Rudyard Kipling called, "If".

'if' by rudyard kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Yeah an its been happening to me for about a year now. Its a living hell.

I hate poems, whats it about?

Strange you say you hate poems. Your hero considered himself a poet before a musician.

Hope you get smilin before Christmas bud. Lots of love from here in Belfast.

CC

I mean he considered his lyrics poem's that he needed to put music to to get them across. All lyrics are poems, just put to music.

CC

well put my friend


Riley, you should check out the work of Jeff Buckley. His music always seemed to put me in a good mood. Give him a listen, he's my biggest inspiration for my writing

I've heard of him, just dont have the time right now. Right now I'm in a sort of "dont care" mood, so I dunno really. Why what genre is he?

he's 90's alternative, most of music is soothing and cool to listen to. Always picked me up off the floor when i was feelin' down or my relationship failed. Give him a listen.

If you cant put it into words then keep the wording simple and let the music behind it emote a bit more.

Hope this helps.

CC