I believe that you were clear enough. I just don't think we're destined to understand each other here.

You say "boo hoo." I'd say, like Scully, "kill me now." Depressed doesn't capture it.

It's as though Scully were in a glass box, (emotionally) asleep, watching the seasons turn and unable to be part of it.

All human beings know that they will die. You can't be human without owning that knowledge. At least I imagine that it must be really, really hard, and "imagine" is all any of us can do.

I know I'm sounding extra-philosophical, but that's the subject we've been dealt.