7 years and 9 months

7 freaking years and 9 months, that's how much time passed since I've last been here.

Looking back at all the things that I've posted before... seems like I had a pretty shitty life... Well, nothing changed!

Oh wait... a few things changed! I learned how to say NO! and I QUIT!

Yeah, I'm not having any of the bullshit I was getting at the old workplace. But then again I've never gotten a new workplace, decided to go solo and became a freelancer for a few years and now I've got my own company although I'm still a one-man-show business. Let's see if we can do fast recap of the last years.

2013 -  started running my own business, clients coming in, business was good, finally got my driver's license (took me 2 years and a lot of driving hours to finally have the confidence to take the exam).

2014 - made a stupid loan and bought a car, business was still good, life was stating to fall in place.

2015 - what the hell happen in 2015 ? Oh wait, we decided to get married in 2016

2016 - Major disappointment from my own father, I went home after many years, had a long fucking trip to get there, but surprise motherfucker You have to sleep in a crowded room together with us because we're not leaving, you can go sleep at the other place if you want. I'll probably speak my mind about this at later time. The wedding ceremony was Hell's Week Unleashed, probably one of the worse experiences of this Life. Later that year, we had to deal with 2 deaths and the shit hit the fan.

2017 - the shit was still hitting the fan but still managed to register as a company, got some new contracts and things were looking good, but it didn't last long. Got stabbed in the back by people I didn't expect, the whole fucking year was a mess, trying to recover from near bankruptcy and also dealing with a depressed new wife. Debt kept rising till it hit skyrocket levels. I finally managed to say clear NOs when needed and at the end of the year I've started to see the light at the end of the tunnel sprayed by the fanhitbyshit.

2018 - hard at work, cleaning all the shit and debt from the last year/s. Overall it was a good but tiring year. Replenished my hope and things were starting to look good again.

2019 - Still not 100% debt free, but we managed to have a good half of year, then my batteries ran out. Got tired as fuck, disappointed again by people that should support me. Disappointed by my achievements, by the life I have managed to build for myself, by who I  managed to become and started to get more and more detached. So here I am, sometimes sulking for not doing the best I could do this year, sometimes finding excuses for my innactions and wrong decisions, and overall being a loser.

At the end of the year I met with someone from the past, and this meeting kinda snapped me out of my trance. Why the fuck would I give up on Life so early? Soon, a new year will start and maybe I should restart my life and pursuit of dreams again.