cyan:okay,,, *stands up*.... ill go 2 my house and get my stuff...

cyan:it wont! nothing gets better!! it just gets worse!! bleus probably gonna invite his friends over and pour golt water on me while i fucking die! they wont care because all i am is something that people use

cyan:*sob* ok-- and,, i just,,, cant,, do anything anymore!! i feel sickly and im sad and i want die and—

cyan:*shaking and crying* n-no you dont,, im worthless,, ill just,,, sit here and cry,, you can leave,,

cyan:i-... im sorry you can go i guess,, i mean,, you probably dont care about me anymore,, *tearing up—*