How!?

You were suppose to come with me.

That's all the text consisted of.. And that's all I needed to hear. He blamed me for all his problems because of that one night. He blames me for everything.. All because things didn't work out in his favor.


And for once, I know this isn't my fault. I believe it isn't my fault.

So tell me how the fuck it's my fault so I can laugh in your face and walk away.