I should say something as I know I have to count my blessings so here goes. - This year I landed my dream job - no one in my immediate family or friends has died - I have also not died and all my limbs and organs are functioning properly at the moment (for the most part.) - I am not homeless, and I can eat without wondering where my next meal is comings from so money problems well we'll get to that.

Now for the FML parts. - This year I have been robbed through intimidation once (Literally by the Yakuza) - I have been drugged and robbed on a separate occasion. - scammed out of a shifty hotel deal - As a consequence number 2 I missed a very important meeting and was in the dog house for 3 months or so at work as a consequence. - My would be fiance and are broken up "for now" - my blood pressure is up, and getting passed the threshold of healthy, - Before all of this I have been paying for classes which it turns out won't count as credits toward my CPA so "hurrah" so I'm pretty much broke. - Oh yeah I don't work in my native language so thats fucking stressful. - I live clear across the planet from my home town. - when you enter working life all your friends are always busy all the time, that or I'm just becoming really unlikable, either way amounts to the same thing. - oh I was pushed out of a train, which yeah it wasn't moving, but the story itself is quite racist. - I can't hold down food anymore so as a result of vomiting on a near regular basis my tooth enamel is eroding slowly so that's fun. I can't wait to see where that goes. - the activities I've used to escape (games) are now as political as ever making visiting those communities more stressful than ever. - Every now and I get strange headaches that feel like there's a been resting in the top of my skull so I like to pretend that this is going to kill me but it's probably just uncomfortable.

Needless to say, I'm not doing well. I'm not ok, and I won't make it through 2015 if it's anything like this. I just don't have it in me. I've had some bad things come my way, and maybe a lot of it is my fault. But what if there was a death? What if someone really close me passed away? What if I had been physically harmed? I don't think I could take that. Doesn't help that I can barely afford to go to my fucking therapist, which in all fairness to him is not his fault. but seriously and definitively FUCK 2014. I'm ready for this shit to be over.