You can't make up for lost time. I will never make up for lost time. It's hard to accept this, or deal with this. Life is single-use, and even the most depressed people may wish it were a lot longer if it meant they could rest easier. It doesn't feel like there's a lot left to life at this point. Maybe that wouldn't go away even if I were guaranteed a whole lot longer. Every momentary hurdle feels like the last, just before it's all over.