Denial is a bitch that will make you believe anything.
It started with a weekly fever. Then came the lose of appetite, annoyingly recurring boils that takes forever to heal, frequent cough and colds, and always feeling weak—the kind that strangely makes you hate taking the stairs, long walks, and stops you from going to the gym 'cause you can barely finish any work out routines even for 30 minutes.
Well, it got even worst. I used to work as a Business Solutions Manager and I can't tell you enough how stressful it was. Not to mention the long hours I spent in the office. But I'm never a quitter. And through hard and depressing days for months at a time, the only things that get me going are drugs, liquor and sex.
And, boy! Did getting hook-ups and casual sex from where I used to live couldn't be more easier than scoring one on Flappy Bird—you open up Grindr and gets at least 6 people hitting on you in less than a minute—California Garden Square.
Then shit happened, figuratively and literally.
