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Why do I feel so bad when it WASN'T my fault?
I don't know, as usual. Suddenly she asks if I'm going to stay home for a second day, and I say no, because there's no way my parents would let me do that, and she's not talking to me? I fucking hate that! I tried to apologize on the off chance I had said something that rubbed her the wrong way, and she stops talking, and I feel crappy, because as usual I've done the wrong thing. I don't know how to fix it, and I shouldn't have to fix it, because...I didn't do anything wrong...
I'm such an idiot, I probably would have stayed home for her had she asked me to a couple of days before but...
Why did she stop talking? SHe can't possibly be that upset just because I won't be home, right? I mean...it doesn't mean that much to her does it? She has more fun with other friends...why does it matter if I'm here? Maybe it'd be just like right now, and she wouldn't talk to me, anyway. Sometimes I really wish I didn't care so much about what she thought, and I didn't have to cry because it never seems to get me anywhere...
Dance, dance we're falling apart at the seams...
The song would be so much better if that was the way it really went.
I <3 Fallout Boy. Sort of, anyway.
I don't know, as usual. Suddenly she asks if I'm going to stay home for a second day, and I say no, because there's no way my parents would let me do that, and she's not talking to me? I fucking hate that! I tried to apologize on the off chance I had said something that rubbed her the wrong way, and she stops talking, and I feel crappy, because as usual I've done the wrong thing. I don't know how to fix it, and I shouldn't have to fix it, because...I didn't do anything wrong...
I'm such an idiot, I probably would have stayed home for her had she asked me to a couple of days before but...
Why did she stop talking? SHe can't possibly be that upset just because I won't be home, right? I mean...it doesn't mean that much to her does it? She has more fun with other friends...why does it matter if I'm here? Maybe it'd be just like right now, and she wouldn't talk to me, anyway. Sometimes I really wish I didn't care so much about what she thought, and I didn't have to cry because it never seems to get me anywhere...
Dance, dance we're falling apart at the seams...
The song would be so much better if that was the way it really went.
I <3 Fallout Boy. Sort of, anyway.