On being guilt-ridden.
Last night, one of my roommates was so guilt ridden about something that she was just frustrated with everything, every word was cold, and shot out like a dart. She finally just stormed off to bed, with a “good.night.” Most of the night I was wondering what the hell happened and if I had done something wrong. After she went to bed I asked my other roommate what was wrong and found...
Is Asia a continent or a state?– girl in class