<span style="color: #00ff00">"honestly i don't know... i love her, but i am afraid of her, i am afraid of her mothers and i am afraid of Susan... and i don't know which feeling is stronger."</span>she frowned at him with tears in her eyes.<span style="color: #00ff00"> "can i go now? i don't need to be berated by you over things i already know... you think i like being afraid of everyone? you think it's fun for me to feel this way? it's not, i hate it but i can't make it stop."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>