Define dysfunctional. How dysfunctional do you have to get before you realize that you are dysfunctional? Or part of something dysfunctional.

Things are deteriorating. Its getting baaad. The 'Houston, we have a problem' type of baaad.

Fuck I dont know.

Maybe in a week, a month or an year's time I can come back and delete this post. I can remember how awful it once was. Or realize that this was the irreversible breaking point.

Someone tell me which is more important: money or happiness. Then put yourself into my broken down shoes and tell me again.

Money?

Or happiness?