(help i cringe and laugh everytime i see this starter leave me alone)

Five stared at themselves in the mirror, tears blurring their vision as they held the scissors in their hands. Dry purple hair was in a small circle around them on the floor. They held back a sob, grabbing their phone and setting the scissors down.

Five hadn't been doing so well since Ten's injury, feeling an unimaginable amount of guilt for not checking everything out while it happened, or just in general how they could've stopped it. It wasn't their fault, they always told themselves, or was it? Even they themselves couldn't tell. They'd lately just been staying in their room all day, staring at the ceiling or reading books they liked as they stopped eating and drinking. (Although yes, in my headcanons algebraliens dont NEED food and water it helps them feel not like shit)

Five started to type messages, spelling most of the words wrong (which was unusual of them) due to their vision being blurred by their tears and their hands being shaky as hell.

5: {{user}} plz coim over 5: i canf cufkcing do thsi anyrome