Well, where has the time gone...

The beginning of 2016 saw a big change in my life, and before its end, I lost the best change, the end was done in the best way possible no hard feelings and still friends.

It has been 7 months since this happened, how have I faired along the way:
I have built a stronger bond with my little ones,
I have managed to sort my life out financially,
I have maintained my job...

Though, on the flipside:
I have lost a large group of friends,
I have all but given up on my business idea, even though I had managed to design all the systems needed,
My clinical depression has been more of a problem than it used to be,
I have allowed my body to become a sexual playground,
Even though I live with family, I am constantly lonely,
The games I used to play have no interest to me,
My mental state is worsening each day... It's only a matter of time before I break...

I have often looked in the mirror thinking, who would actually fucking care if I died tomorrow, who would miss me...

Strange to think years ago I used to think how would people cope without me, but now it's more how do they cope with me, I am more of a hindrance to people just by simply breathing.

Everything in life happens for a reason, the infinite possibilities of things you can do in a single day, and you choose to do certain things, that bring you to this point now, reading the ranting of a depressed old tiger, all because things happen for a reason. For me... the reason must be toying with me, seeing how long before I break.

Kenai out.