Is Kev happy?
Kevin could never admit he can't cum. He could never go to Twitter and tearfully confess to regrets. Can't admit he's still got nerve pain, or that he hates living with animals around his precious toys, or how much he hates the lack of privacy the tranch provides. Kevin must maintain a great many lies just to continue to have a place to live and a peer group.
Maybe that's what really causes some of the postop suicides. The inability to ever express the horror and desolation they experience every day.
It's pleasing to know this fate primarily befalls utter cunts with no worth beyond comedic value.