this week is the 2nd anniversary of when I left San Francisco. What was originally intended as a 3 month trip home to deal with health issues and see my family, turned into the worst 2 years of my entire life. I've missed so much since I've been gone. Some friends have gotten married, some friends have had kids, some friends have died, and I missed all of it. I've spent the last 2 years locked in my room, save for the occasional doctor's visit, and I can't help but feel like all of my old friends think I abandoned them. I'm really looking forward to getting over this shit and getting on with my life, but for right now its really bumming me out.