I hate this. I hate all of this. I’m tired. And depressed. And I’m on my couch crying. And no one gives a shit. No one cares that I even left. It’s like I never existed. I’m done. I can’t take it. I try everyday to make others feel liked. But no one ever makes me feel liked. I feel like that’s all I am to everyone. Just an object. No feelings or emotions. Something no one could care less about. And I’ve had it. I never want to come back to mgm ever.