Some are cheerful, some gloomy, serious or naive, but 'm naturally guilty. No matter what I do or don't do, it always seems like I am to blame.

Then there are people who are rude, inconsiderate and insensitive. It seems only fair that I should apologise on their behalf.

Enter your accusation:
 
There is nothing you need to apologize for. Sorry 72567:
How clumsy. My apologies.
people are indeed jerks Sorry 72566:
Excuse me. Pardon me.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72565:
Can you ever forgive me? I'm sorry.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72564:
Pardon me.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72563:
How could that happen? I apologise.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72562:
Indeed. This was my fault and I would like to apologise.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72561:
I am deeply ashamed and would like to offer my apologies.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72560:
Woe is me. I regret that so very much!
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72559:
Oops. Sorry about that.
''chicago psychology only in your fucking head'' Sorry 72558:
I hereby offer my humble apologies.
     
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REEEEEE ONLY NORMIES HAVE FRIENDS? ? ? ? ? ???????? ? ???????? ? ??????? ?? ? ? ? ? ? ???????? ? ???????? ? ??????? ?? ???? ?? ???????????????? ????? ???? ? ????????? ?? ????????? ? ? ??????????? ????? ?? ????????? ???? ???????????? ? I don't know... I don't know what this is, but it's interesting. What is the point of this website?! It's so... compelling! I always come back to check but why...Falling Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over re: friends Sometimes you can't help but insult other people's parents. My best friend is dead. But I still love her. If you like that someone is alive, you might tell them. Makes me feel good to know someone likes that I'm alive.