He said good night; he meant good bye.

Fault.

It was my fault; but it wasn't.

It is not my choice to fight with my best friend.
It is not my choice to piss my mom off.
It is not my choice that everyone think it is.
It is not my choice that everything pressured me.
It is not my choice that I can't meet your mountain-high expectations.
It is not my choice that I can't go to sleep; I can't.
It is not my choice that I am depressed; you caused it.

It wasn't my fault; yet it was.