Job for almost a year, permanent employment. Chill place, chill people, shit pay. Bought an apartment, it's a new building but quality is shit, upstairs neighbor is the Balrog or some shit she can't fucking behave. Bought a second car (i know i should save to move into something better but I need a hobby; I find no joy in videogames). Been losing weight lately, no longer obese. Lifts have remained the same as I've lost 20 kilograms over the last 2 years. Depressed friend has pulled me into drinking with him a lot more lately and it's been really stunting my progress in life and work, gonna have a talk with him soon.
All in all, I can no longer be considered a societal failure but I feel just as hollow and vagabondy as I felt when I was an alcoholic unemployed fat(ter) piece of shit. Gonna try my hand on long mountain hikes in the weekends soon if I get some time off of work (have been putting in 7 days a week for most of this year in order to buy that 2nd car). Is the final redpill starting a family? 29 y/o.