Once she was far enough away so that fire was just the smallest light in the dark and she could barely tell who was around it or if they were speaking, she growls at herself. "Why do you have to be so emotional?" She mumbles to herself. "You were gonna have some fun but you had to mess that up by letting this stupid disorder (bipolar disorder) control you again." She mumbles angrily. She grabs a few slightly thick pieces of driftwood and bends each one with her paws, eventually snapping each one in half with a pretty loud 'CRACK' and tossing them to her side. She then sinks down onto the sand, sitting in a fetal position as tears start rolling down her face. She growls again and wipes away the tears in frustration, tired of being this way. She needed to stop thinking somehow and get her emotions to stop. She looks at the water and then herself, seeing that she was still just in her bikini. Water usually calmed her down. "You should've brought that figurine with you so you didn't have to do this again..." She says at her normal speaking volume as she runs into the shallow part of the water, then takes a deep breath and dives in and lets herself sink to the bottom.
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