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 started cutting myself again. Sorry 72592:
Oh yes? Well in that case: please forgive me.
I started cutting myself again. Sorry 72591:
Please forgive me. If only I could right my wrongs...
I started cutting myself again. Sorry 72590:
Only now do I see how wrong I was. And I'm very sorry.
I started cutting myself again. Sorry 72589:
Well, these things happen. But it still feels lousy. I'm sorry.
I started cutting myself again. Sorry 72588:
I'm so sorry...
I started cutting myself again. Sorry 72587:
Sorry. Next time I'll approach these matters differently.
I hate myslf Sorry 72586:
Oh lord! That I could cause such suffering! I'm truly ashamed.
I'm dating a guy just for the shock value Sorry 72585:
Sorry about that.
I fall in love with people who hurt me and then refuse to leave Sorry 72584:
How clumsy. My apologies.
i hate you Sorry 72583:
Excuse me. Pardon me.
     
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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.