"That's, not what I'm saying!" Tavros finally said, raising his voice and looking up at Karkat again. He didn't usually yell like that, but he was getting tired of not being understood, tired of Karkat just not getting it and denying it when it was just so obviously true. He was so miserable that even though he realized he had yelled, he didn't entirely regret it, though it bubbled in his stomach uncomfortably, mixing with in with the knots to create a gross nauseous feeling.

"It's...they're... n-not normal mistakes," he said, his voice dropping lower. "A-and some of them are b-because I'm just, w-weak and, broken..." He wiped at his eyes, because fresh tears had begun welling in them, and he let out a frustrated sigh. He couldn't even quit crying. He couldn't do anything. "I-I can't be a g-good friend, b-because I always m-mess up."