Another night spent all alone, no surprises there, and I'd bet my life that tomorrow will only bring me more despair, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but that's a pretty ****** thing to bring

******* future, you're just an infinite expanse of possibilities, but in every single one you feel the need to throw limitless misery at me.

The clock is ticking, oh wait it's not, it's been stopped for five months now. I guess the sounds are just engrained into my head, and I wonder if I'd still hear the voices if there really is a life after I'm dead.