I told you I'd rather be at home.
All by myself.

Oh how I miss the word my and myself.

But no, no.

You asked me to go.

One may even say told.

So I went.

You know that feeling in your stomach?
The one you get when somethings about to go wrong?

Well I had that feeling.

Right before it happened.

Of course you blamed it on me.

Of course.

Our.

It was our fault.

But of course you blamed it on me.