43 days down. I feel so depressed right now. It's like I'm not really living life but rather just watching it go by. I can hardly imagine doing this for the next year, though I think I might have to hold out another two or three. Though I could just as easily find myself going through decades waking up every morning to set out to do something I don't really want to spend my time doing and spending my free time making sure that I can continue the cycle. Living should really be more than perpetuating existence.
Right now, I just want to curl up in bed without the prospect of having to face tomorrow.