Its strange,

Lying in bed, being afraid to go to sleep because you know it'll only make the next day come sooner.
Waking up, disappointed because the empty abyss of sleep couldn't last forever.
Knowing that each day, your choices are dim.
Going through each day, knowing that whatever you do today, will only come back tomorrow.
Knowing that on seemingly good days, something worse will happen, tenfold.
Realising that, in life, the only good thing that does not disappoint is death.

And saying everything you've wanted to say at the last minute, when it is much too late.