I done went and fucked up again.
The last year and a half give or take, has been the worst time of my life. I nearly had a nervous breakdown...I suffered for months with what i thought was garden variety depression, but turned out to be low testosterone. I quit a job. I'm Failing miserably at my own business. My relationship(s) is/are nowhere near what they really should be, sexually or otherwise. I feel like I'm so far to the end of my rope i don't even have enough left to tie a proper noose, not that i could get that right either. One, or both of the guys seems to ALWAYS be upset about something, and i can't help but feel it's my fault. At this moment I can't help but feel that everyone would be better off without me.