I can’t control it. Out of control…
Can’t focus on work… can’t be me. Everything hurts so badly.
AC: I said I’d take care of it. Back off – go to your closet and stay there!
Friend: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your friends.
Little: I’ve never seen AC this mean… I don’t want to leave our friend with the weird room… I’m scared. I don’t even get to say bye. : (
Darkness: Suffer. >: )
… Why can’t I get out of bed….. Why can’t I stop crying. I hate myself so much …
AC: Seriously? Just stop and go away. Host and I will handle it. Sometimes you really are pathetic. Ugh.