I came to visit. He left me at the airport. I had to get a hotel. He hasn’t done a thing with me since I got here. He goes out without me. Leaving me to rot alone in the house bored. I fester in my sadness and outright in my loneliness. I can’t believe it. You should have told me not to come if that’s how you felt. At least I could have saved my money and flown somewhere else. This may be the last time I come visit. I’m contemplating of suicide, not because of his obvious lack of affection but because he pointed out something important. I doubt any lab will let me work with them knowing I have schizophrenia. And I don’t feel like changing my life’s course. I’m so sad. I can’t believe he let me fly all this way to leave me in the house. At least my cousin is coming to visit. Maybe that’ll be fun.