“They broke up with me.”

“I want a divorce.”

“I couldn’t save them.”

“I’m going to die.”

“My parents never cared about me. It’s hard to see ones that give a shit about their kid.”

“He/she/they hit me.”

“I hit a dog with my car.”

“It hurts. It still hurts.”

“My mom/dad’s dead.”

“Nothing I do with be good enough for you, will it?”

“He/she/they found me. I have to ditch this identity. Move. The whole deal.”

“There’s no more money.”

“My cat/dog ran away.”

“My house burned down.”

“I think I killed someone.”

“I can’t provide for us anymore.”

“I’m scared.”

“I lost the ring.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“It’s…terminal. I have a few months left.”

“...I might be bleeding more than I let on earlier.”

“I walked into a door…”

“Why are you asking when you don’t actually care?”

“I got fired.”

“I lost the baby.”

“It doesn’t matter, I won’t be here next year..”

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better. You can’t do it.”

“I just can’t take it anymore.”

“I can’t get away from him/her/them.”

“I just don’t see a way out. Well, except this one.”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed with a stiff drink.”

“I’m too fucked up to do anything right now.”

“You seriously don’t look good. You need a doctor.”

“I know you said you weren’t ready for kids. But three tests are positive.”

“Tell me you’re not serious right now.”

“How ride or die are you?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let’s agree just to never talk to each other again.”

“Are you asking because you care? Or because it’s the ‘right’ thing to do?”