Amazingly, despite losing both Tank and Cymric, I have managed to maintain my sanity. In days past, I would have profusely applied blame to myself and spiralled into some sort of depression. To be honest, with Tank, I was only sticking up for myself. I should never feel bad about that. But whatever. Progress! I’m pleased.
A few nights ago, I did call Junior asking him to never leave me. I still do need my true ones around, no man is an island.
As long as I feel like I’m doing something with my life, I don’t really need people as much. Just need to keep myself busy!