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:
 
You've triggered me! Sorry 72499:
How can I ever look at myself in the mirror? I'm so sorry.
You've triggered me! Sorry 72498:
Sorry.
I'm sorry that you're sorry. Sorry 72497:
I regret those deeds and would like to apologise.
Take my hand~ Where halfway there! Whoa-a, Living on a prayer! Sorry 72496:
I truly regret the suffering caused by my actions.
You've been watching too much hentai on the down low. Sorry 72495:
I HAVE learned from that. And I'm sorry.
Owo What's this? *Notices bulge* Sorry 72494:
My heart bleeds with regret.
The Jews killed my mother, and raped my father! Sorry 72493:
Ouch! Sorry.
I wanted to be an artist. Sorry 72492:
I'm sorry, a thousand fold.
Agh! I can't believe you've done this. Sorry 72491:
Please forgive me.
You're a perfect person. Sorry 72490:
That I could have SUCH a deed on my conscience. Please excuse me.
     
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