Helpy: Anyone that knows Pheonix closely can answer it for her.

Pheonix: Mental Breakdown. 

irl me: Depressed for 3 mounts, yell at the dude for ditching you hard, cry, get over him, cry every night because you thought you where best friends forever until the last 22 mounts before school ends...

*silence*

Gold: What?

irl me: You don't know what I've been through.

Baby: *giggles* things got worse when we met you...

irl me: No, stop.

Baby: Worth a shot. Oh, and I'd just cry.

Lolbit: Agreed with Baby.

Roxy: Kill.

G.Freddy: ;-;

Chica: I don't know.

T.Chica: Go on a killing spree :)

Mangle: Cry..

Ft.Chica: It won't happen.

Scrap Baby: Nothing.

G.Chica: Eat trash.