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I'm not quite as passive about this whole living thing any more. I could either enjoy things in life, be miserable, or be numb. Now it's grown tiresome. Getting up is tiresome. Getting dressed is tiresome. Living is tiresome. Everything that goes on around me, everything that others enjoy just seems like a distraction from the inevitable death that we will all face. It's like life is just here as a preceder to death. Therefore it is unimportant and irrelevant. I am not exactly sad, It is just agonising to live, it is agonising to think of how long I will have to live. Each day, each week, each month, each year, each decade... When each second feels like an eternity, life is agony.