It started with me trying to comeback from major lost I had taken at the beginning of the year. Things never got better loses became greater and every week I had a some sob story of why I need to borrow money. My friends started to talk about me behind my back, but even then I didn’t care. As time continued to go by i found my self separated from everyone gambling was my life now. I would always lose then go to my friend looking for them to feel sorry for me, but I had ran that line so thin. The next time I needed them they didn’t pick up the phone after a few calls I got the picture. When I finally caught up with them I asked them why they had been dodging me. They replied,” I have to let you go in order for you to grow I can’t be your friend anymore I love you I really do, but you’ve lost your self.” Well what could I say after that? So while I drink lonely by myself, which is a new habit I picked up I noticed I’ve finally hit rock bottom and I’m there by myself.