This is going to be a downer post, apologies. The title is somewhat self-explanatory. Every day I live seems to get longer as each week progresses. I cry every day, about stuff that normally wouldn’t bother me as much. I dread doing anything that requires me to get out of bed. I’ve stopped taking care of my physical health. I know all of these factors are my doing, and I’ve accepted that it’s not going to get better. My anti-depressants have stopped working, and I’m fine to just keep living like this until I die.