Dear Diary,

Why doesn't anyone love me anymore? Why don't they try to include me in their lives? Why does it hurt this bad? No matter where I go or how far I go I always end up back here. Right in this place of feeling pushed away and not wanted. I feel like I'm an item that at one point was cherished, but I've grown old and lost my charm. Now, I'm just thrown in a box labeled "JUNK" and people scrumage through, picking items, moving me from side to side. I'm the last remaining object. And although the box says FREE, no one wants me.

What do you do when no one will take you?