Did Some Silly Writing

Figured I might as well share. Here it is:

Why does one person love another when his brother doesn't believe in love after so many broken hearts and his mother can't love a gay son, because her mother taught her that gay was wrong and then her brother killed himself for fear of never being loved.

Don't know if it's any good, but that's it.

We now return to our scheduled programming of angsty teenage rants.

How's this for angst?
I feel empty because I've given so much to everyone else. I feel like one is here for me. Everyone is having issues right now, and we're all stressed out, but because I'm so busy trying to help everyone else with their problems that I don't have time to deal with my own. I've been really sad since my roommate left, and now it feels like all of my other friends are gone, too. With my guy friends, one of them is always with this girl he likes, and I never get to see him, and the other two are dating one another, so I can't really spend much time with them. And then, with my girl friends, the older ones are ready to leave, so they're not really interested in hanging out with me anymore (or in some cases they're being really bitchy and two faced, and I don't want to hang out with them), and then the main younger one is always with another one of my guy friends. The worst part about that last one is that everyone is being really awful to her for hanging out with him because a lot of people aren't that fond of him, but I really like them both, I'm just sad that I never see either of them, it feels like. And the other younger girls I never really hang out with except when accompanied by either my roommate or the girl who people are being awful to. And I just don't really hang out with anyone besides these six-ish people. And on top of all that, my Dad is being an ass, exams are stressful, and I'm tired and lonely. *sigh*

Okay, I'm done. Goodnight, all. See you soon.
Love,
Me.