Robby: fine, i will stop. just gimme my knife back.

Robby: yeah but still, i dont like talking about myself.

Robby: every therapist i go to dies cause of my trauma and when i mention it i get aggressive.

Robby: i dont like therapists-

Robby: i have my methods.

Robby: . Th3n 1 w1ll su1c1d3.

Aight. The drawing might be shit cause im sick ;-;

Robby: then i will use the trees or metal pieces.

Robby: what’s she gonna do?

Robby: no, i like pain, solves my problems every time. *smiles*

*glow sees the bloody knife and the wounds on his arm*

Robby: stop lying, im already pretty depressed and i dont need u to make me more depressed.

Robby: its so obvious your not.

Robby: are u fucking okay?-

Robby: hello. *his arm still has the wounds and he doesnt notice*

Robby: maybe he is:

Robby: oh i remember now, in the lab wr had to wear those. *teleports home with ben* great, after that i feel even worse remembering him.

Robby: what do you mean?

Robby: last thing i remember is him dying in a fire.. i dont remember his name but, max is my best friend for now..

Robby: well, he’s ugly.