Are we there yet?

"There is blood in my mouth from trying not to speak" - that lyric played just as I thought "I won't bother posting another blog tonight", I know I moan a lot, and I'm trying to moan less and all, but I've always believed that bottling up feelings is bad. I'm the last person in the world to believe in fate, but the lyric was certainly well-timed. I haven't much new to say. My superiors at work are noticing that I'm a little down in the dumps, I seem to be going downhill. It does feel like it's got worse again. AFI was amazing. Had I been less stoned I might've cried when they played This Time Imperfect. What a gay.
I seem to spend my evenings dreading the next morning.
I've got the Plus 44 song on repeat. It certainly isn't helping.
"This is where the road crashed into the ocean".
Yeah, let us indeed slit our writsts and burn down something beautiful. I could probably quote every line if this song. It's making me feel like I did last month again. Only different.
I feel lonely, I rarely see peers. It's so strange to not be around people your age for days. I feel quite misunderstood and outcast in my job. I got Alex, actually. But we mostly talk in light-hearted humour over an instant messenger.
Blaaa blaaaaaaa blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this is so uninteresting. Sums up my life (fuck, moan, moan, moan!).
I wish I could see the stars better.
I can't believe it's been a month. Less than a month.
I don't want to die, I just don't really want to live anymore.