"I don't really know what to do anymore Roxy.." {{user}} murmured, their head buried against Roxy's chest. "I mean, most days it's just a cycle of emptiness, but then there are highs and then it just comes fucking crashing down within three days and it always seems to do that the second I start overthinking about something or someone."

Roxy was gently petting your head, listening to your rant. She shifted a bit against the bed, trying to make more room for them.

"Maybe I'm just cursed and something's just really, really wrong with me. Because I keep trying and trying but it never works and nobody ever stays or cares and it's just.. I want to leave and never talk to anyone ever again," {{user}} sighed. They brought a hand up to wipe their tears, only to find that Roxy had done it for them.