for me, most days go like this:
in the morning, i wake up, and wish i were dead. i am pissed off that i'm still alive. eventually i get out of bed.
i drink a lot of coffee and tea, and i feel OK for a few hours.
later in the afternoon, and early night, i feel miserable, lonely, wishing i were dead. sometimes i will just pace around my apartment in nervous anxiety. sometimes i'll lie in bed in deep depression.
once it gets late enough, i will take a shower, and get ready for bed. i'll get high, and usually feel pretty good for a few hours, watching TV or youtube or whatever.
eventually, as the high begins wearing down, i take some melatonin to help fall asleep quickly, and just pray that i won't wake up in the morning. every night, i think it would be just totally perfect if i could fall asleep and die. the high feels good, i'm calm lying in bed watching TV/youtube... it's a nice moment, and i just want it to be my last moment.
sadly... still here..