"I'm sorry, Niki," her best friend had said. "I just can't handle being your friend anymore."
"What? Why?"
"I just can't handle it. I'm sorry."
"Look, I know I haven't been the easiest person to be friends with. I know it scares you when I get suicidal, and it's not fair for me to lay all my problems on you, I know that. But I can talk about it less, I can not talk about it at all, I can...you know that I won't actually do it, right? I just feel that way sometimes. But I love you, I wouldn't do it."
"I'm sorry."
"Did your mom put you up to this? She always thought I was a bad influence. But you said she was a bitch and you didn't listen to anything she said. Me and you, we were going to be roommates together. You're not really like this, please don't do this. Please."
"I just can't handle being your friend anymore." The same phrase, repeated robotically over and over.