No Inspiration [part one]

Sitting in an appartment that's not really mine, updating my facebook status... nothing special. I'm a writer, well...sort off. I think i have a writer's block. But i never wrote anything good to begin with.
Most of my friends say that i have talents to be a great writer someday. But right now, i wouldn't care less. I think my life rocks right now. However the most people would say that i should 'get my shit together'. Even if I think my life rocks than i wouldn't blame others if they think otherwise. And most people do. Even my own parents stopped caring about me. At least my father did. But nobody cares what he thinks anymore, drunken, selfcentered bastard.
Don't have sympathy for me. The last person that did that had me running over his appartement the last couple of years. Except all of these things my life still rocks.
'if i get knocked down, i'll get up again', right ?