What's the deal?

I've turned sour from being sweet. I've turned cranky from being smooth and easy. I've turned sleepless from being a "masa".

I've lost (contact with) some friends.

I'm missing important family dates.

I'm getting sickly and pimply.

I'm getting less and less sleep.

My hairline is receding.

There must be a problem somewhere. It must be this thing that I've been doing for the last three years. It must be me. It must be this place.

PS: Playing on the background music now is Michael Buble's HOME. I think a tear fell. Sob.