I dont know how many times I’ve cried this year. I have no one. And by no one I mean no friends, no relatives, and no family members I can turn to and talk to about my emotions and problems that will care to listen, if not care at all. And the people who do listen, only do cause they get paid to. Cause once I open my mouth, I get judged half the time. And when I don’t, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything. Actually, I don’t even know if I do know how to feel anymore. I was honestly happy in HK, but it was short term. It comes and goes; it’s not permanent. So sick of everything and everyone around me.