My progress has gone down because,
I am significantly more miserable than I was in June. In fact, I was happy in June. Very happy.
 
I was happy in my own skin, a foreign concept to me. I was happy with my social life, becoming quite the butterfly and basking in many varied friendships. I was happy being single, despite how women confused me and I was coping with heartbreak. I was happy working my dream job, despite the fact my boss and other issues were hindering my enjoyment of the job. I had a bit of money, I had a life. I had happiness.
 
Now, I am trapped. I am in a big house all alone, with no job, no true friends, and the only thing keeping a light going is my wonderful girlfriend.
I want to be happy. I wish I was.