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 love you
172.565:
I am deeply ashamed and would like to offer my apologies.
you make me want to die
172.564:
Woe is me. I regret that so very much!
why did you kill yourself
172.563:
Oops. Sorry about that.
Why did I say that? I'm sorry.
172.562:
I hereby offer my humble apologies.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.561:
If only I'd have known. It would never have happened.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.560:
That wasn't very considerate of me. I'm sorry.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.559:
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.558:
How annoying. I'm very sorry.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.557:
Pardon me. That was really wrong.
''dr paticia farrel palos heights why did you drug my normal father''
172.556:
My apologies. I didn't know what I was doing.
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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.