I swear it never ends. Yeah, some days are worse than others (some days involve attempts and some days are just not liking being alive and really not caring if something I'm doing is "dangerous"), but I swear whatever desire to survive made our species live this long, I lack completely.

Is it something you just gotta accept and be like "yup, I'm never going to want to live. That's how it's going to be, I can't do anything about it. It is what it is."?