So this is what it feels like to die.

It's not really painful, or at least not all the time. It's hard to maintain the panic. It tends to bubble in the background, a constant stream of stress. Stress. Sssstressss.... I'd only realise its presence by its absence.

Mainly, it's slow.

It's slow, and it's tedious. And it's pointless. And it's inexorable. And it's inevitable.

Waiting.

Waiting to die.