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:



I have a crush on a friwnd who doesn't like me back. :C
171.355:
Sorry.
it didn't work!
171.354:
I regret those deeds and would like to apologise.
i want to fuck the lake trio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
171.353:
I HAVE learned from that. And I'm sorry.
penis get hard when boobs
171.352:
My heart bleeds with regret.
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.351:
Ouch! Sorry.
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.350:
I'm sorry, a thousand fold.
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.349:
Please forgive me.
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.348:
I regret that so very much...
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.347:
That I could have SUCH a deed on my conscience. Please excuse me.
''chicago psychology we are shit crap and never made any sense''
171.346:
Oh yes? Well in that case: please forgive me.
    old regrets

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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.