Mentality sighed as she sat at a table of an old run down house, slunking her backpack on the floor at her feet. She set up a small video recorder, sighing once again before pressing record, looking at the lense.

"Hello...? Hopefully this thing is working and will... actually pick up my voice..." she muttered. Her voice was frail, unlike usual, and her eyes seemed more empty. She bit her lip, tugging her hoodie off before tying it around her waist. "I tried another recording on this thing earlier so... hopefully this works... if it doesn't... well... that's just another thing in my life I've failed at..." she let out a weak chuckle, sighing as she ran her fingers over the faintly bleeding marks on her arms. They were in soft rows, not many but they were EXTREMELY deep. If you looked in one, you were guaranteed to see bone.

"Where to start..." the demon muttered, sighing as she pulled out a knife. She slowly began running her finger on the blade, biting her lip. "It's... been at least a few days after Gumdro-... Insanity tries to take his own life... I still dont know if the attempt was successful, me leaving about three hours after it had happened..."

The Italian demon let out a sigh running the blade over one of the old mark on her arm, wincing as she felt her knife hit the bone. "My... my depression flared up and... the only way to help is cutting until I pass out from the pain... before healing myself..." she faintly chuckles, closing her eyes before wiping them faintly. "I... can feel my own insane side flaring up... wanting me to fight... wanting me to get rid of my sorrow... the actual 'Mentality' as Severin calls them..." she closed her eyes, chuckling softly.

"It... it hurts to carry on like this... when I look in a mirror at my reflection... I see HER... my insane... my depression... my genocide... she's growing ever stronger and... I don't know how long I can stop her..." Mentally groaned in annoyance, grasping the knife she was holding before quickly stabbing it into the table in front of her. "I'm going crazy from not being loved ones... not knowing what's happened to Insanity... it's scaring me..."

She faintly gulped feeling the saliva forming in her mouth go down her throat before sighing. "I... dont know if anyone's looking for me... how anyone is... how my daughter is from when I was dating Chara about sixteen years ago..." she sighed, eyes slightly softening. "Sweet, sweet little Rue... she doesn't deserve me as a mom... she'll be the only one that knows where I am but won't talk for shit... she's loyal..."

"I've blocked off my thoughts from everyone, I've disconnected my soul from User, Chara and Rachel for a week which I'll need to make longer with a potion..." she closed her eyes, biting her lip before harshly digging her knife into her arm, slicing the flesh. Blood poured down her arm as she simply watched before her gaze cast to the camera. Her eyes weren't their normal red, more of a mint green.

"...my insane side and depressions trying to break off into a new being... it knows it can but... its trying... it hurts... so bad... I want Insanity but... for all I know he could be dead..." her eyes cast back to her arm, pulling her knife out of the now deep wound, instead using it to calm 'Insanity' into her arm and 'help me' underneath it. She sighed weakly, watching blood pour from her wounds before giggling weakly. "It's funny... thought that I would never fall in love... well here I am... crying... I'm pathetic..."

The demon sighed, softly gazing around her before at the camera. "...I'm going to wait for at least two hours to see if Rue will send me a mental thought about if he's ok... if I dont receive a message... well... they won't find my body alive..." she weakly sighed, picking up the camera before biting her lip. "...I hope he's ok..." she muttered, turning it off. She walked out of the house, holding the camera before harshly throwing the camera into Snowdin forest. A Sans would probably find it there and give it to classic... she softly closed the door to the house before sitting back into the kitchen table before pulling out a small, sharp blade. Time to mark her arms for the next two hours until she passes out and hopefully dies...